(via suspend)
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."- Sylvia Plath (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)
timelords-detectives-and-hunters:
Friend: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever! how are you?”
me: “Fine, thanks.”
Lemony Snicket from outta nowhere: “Of course, in this case, ‘fine’ is only meant to reassure. She has never been less fine, nor was she ever fine in the first place. Here, the word ‘fine’ could be defined as ‘I am actually slowly dying on the inside, but don’t wish for anyone to worry’.