“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”

―Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game

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I feel like a miserable wet dog.
I don’t loathe rain. I quite enjoy it when I set my day around it. As opposed to everyday shit like going to work. Then. Then I hate rain. So much. I’m wet and I probably smell like a wet dog too. Idk why I’m just getting those wet dog vibes from myself.

" But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I’ll get through today. "



my family usually eats bagged cereals (you know, the off brand kinds that taste like deceit) and today my mother came home with 15+ boxes of sugared name-brand cereal, dumped them into my arms, and said “i can’t eat lies anymore, caroline.” 



(via drunkjolras)

Rainy day, going to wear girlfriend’s clothes.