“I’m so bored, I started texting myself.”
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In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied...– william faulkner as i lay dying
mr. canada, will you braid my hair?– amelia h (via katierosemurphy)
That’s the one trouble with the country: everything, weather, all hangs on...
In his sleep he could hear the horses stepping among the rocks and he could hear...– All The Pretty Horses. Cormac McCarthy I finally finished this book on Sunday. The last 100 pages all deserve to be quoted, but I think I would run out of room.
December 1st, 1st Snow