She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn’t care.
I wish my showing of love didn’t range from the dryness of the desert to the vastness of the ocean. I seem to be either drowning people in my love for them or letting them die of thirst for a sign of it.
― s.k. (via fleurlilly)