The itch has come back. I think I need to start writing again. My fingers are already dancing, searching for a pencil to scribble with. I suppose I’ll buy some moleskins at work tomorrow. It will be lengthy this time, so two will do.
You were a selfish lover.
Thought you should know.
It’s unnerving how I can’t remember the last time I saw you. Of course, it doesn’t matter much. You’re gone, for now. Alas, someday we’ll meet again, and when our eyes meet for the first time in years, I’ll remember fondly of our time together.
I want to talk to another human being.
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.– John Steinbeck (via misswallflower)
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