“The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
(has) been circlin’ like a record ‘round the spindle of my mind
where the needle’s worn the grooves too deep,
and scratched the wax that’s blistered from the heat besides.”
MewithoutYou - In a Market Dimly Lit
I just love how today is always one of my favorite days of the year and I had someone bring me home early and started crying as soon as I walked in the house because I just feel so fucking horrible about everything.
I don’t know how long I’m gonna try to do this for but I think I’m gonna try to be on tumblr at least a little less. I have things to figure out and books to read and albums to listen to and things to draw and paint. I’ve been a bit of a mess and I guess I need things other than blogging to distract myself. Don’t get me wrong, ill still be posting. Just a bit less, hopefully.
I’m glad my body said no and passed out. If it was my choice I wouldn’t have slept at all tonight.