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, 5 December 2012
Cold girl fever
"I'm terrified of losing you If I go to the sea, I'll bring you down, down with me If I go to the rain, you'll never see me again
I promised to leave if you ever went cold Then leave when I'm sleeping, you told me Put your spine in your back and your arms in your coat Don't hold on to me when there's nothing to hold"
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