An Indirect Letter

month

September 2011

August 2011

everything has a sound, a voice. words, objects, scents, number, colors, plants, they all sing… that’s how my mind works.

depressingrambling.

first of all this is about my dead sister so if you’ve “heard enough”, just quit reading instead of telling me to “get over it”, because I’ll come find you, and show you how I get over things. Georgia would be turning 18 tomorrow. It didn’t hit me until I was leaving work, and I haven’t stopped crying since I walked out the door. I don’t...

“What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just...”

– Lemony Snicket (via 0bstacles)