January 2011
4 posts
“The argument goes something like this:
‘I refuse to prove that I exist,’ says...”
– Douglas Adams (via fuckyeahdouglasadams)
Simple
Nothing worth having is ever simple.
That doesn’t give you the right to settle for whatever is.
Smoke
Smoke from a lonely candle curls in the air, its tendrils reaching and swirling, stinging your eyes. The night presses up against the window, condensation drips from the glass where the dark chill of the outside air meets the golden warmth of the dimly lit room. The television is running in the background, the canned laughter and wry remarks of an old re-run more of a comfort than...