Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Sunday, September 12, 2010 || 7:38 PM
"It's the mistake you always made trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing... and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky."
-Breakfast At Tiffany's
A collison of a nightmare upon my resting soul. In my nightmare, tears trickled down my cheek, and i was sobbing while fumbling to contact my friends. I wonder if you've any nightmares. Not the kind which you will jerk up panting, but the kind which makes you thinking all day.