December 2010
50 posts
I wish all of my scars would just dissapear.
There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her...
– To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (via thechocolatebrigade)
Dirty Pretty Things: The Scratches That Made Me →
dirtyprettything:
You buy things and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you don’t…