I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

Friday, September 25, 2009

i don't know how to tell you how tall i grew.

here you stand with a heart like a canvas. at 9:24 PM

tags : margot

heart like a canvas.: “When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.

Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

Every day I felt less.

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

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