#dark sonnet #neil gaiman
Rebekah. 21. The shy writer in the coffee shop with ink stains on her hand.
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
(via candace-gertrude-flynn)@1 week ago with 182870 notes
Me, while traveling.
And in waiting rooms.
And frequently at home with my family.
(via bluestockingbookworm)@4 days ago with 1151 notes
she wears short skirts
i wear nothing because i am the disembodied incorporeal form
she’s a flapper
i am the eyes of T. J. Eckelburg
(via freakypencils)@6 days ago with 17795 notes