A lover's heart

I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

someone send a runner through the weather that i'm under for the feeling that i lost today

the overcast weather broods those words 

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