Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
— Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
I adore this book
I just don’t know. I wish I could close my eyes and it wouldn’t be real.
I feel so frail, I can’t move. I have been sitting in the same spot for an hour. how can you be gone? I have lost three friends in less than a year. I feel like throwing up, I cant stop shaking. I dont understand. why all the good people seem to die. You never get used to the feeling that they are gone. my mind is blank, I can’t seem to think of anything but your laugh. whose suppossed to beat the snot of boys that dont treat me right now?…I value your friendship so much. rest in peace. you will be missed by so many.
It’s a blast cat stevens while drinking my coffee and walking around in my underwear kinda morning. I need to be home alone more often.
Nadezda Fava. Illustration
Wish, wish, wish…