Medusa head on me like I’m ‘luminati.
Do you remember? Do you remember being solid? Do you remember life before the hole? Before you were empty and needed to be filled? There was a time when everything was enough. There was a time you didn’t try to get out of your own skin. Remember?
|—||Amy Reed, Clean (via poetrea)|
I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
|—||Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind (via larmoyante)|