January 2011
Dark Blue
Jack's Mannequin
Dark Blue / Jack’s Mannequin
Dark blue, dark blue,
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room
When I’m here with you?
“…occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.”
—Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)
Who the fuck would want to be in love with me?
waldosia
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.”
—Intimacy by Hanif Kureishi (via bloodisthenewblackk)
On tumblr , we don’t
each other , we
eachother.
