November 2011
October 2011
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And now I'm sitting here like a mixed up little...
i feel like it’s always easy for people to let me go. or i guess let’s be honest, i feel like it’s always easy for boys to let me go. no guy has ever been hung up on me or thought i was their world or whatever and i guess that’s not what i want from them. but i still think it’d be nice if i could be the one they kept going back to for once or the one they chose first...
Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year...
– Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are (via the-final-sentence)