February 2012
9 posts
theemotionalrescue:
I guess it’s just because I can feel the days slip like an ache in my chest, or a cold that sets in down my spine. Like the chill that drips down your throat after breathing in the winter air. And it kills me that this pain can sound so poetic and full, when the reality of it all is that this is the most ugly, empty thing I have ever known.
(by Emma Connors.)
