kill 'em with coffee
"tell me i'm clever, tell me i'm kind, tell me i'm talented, tell me i'm cute, tell me i'm sensitive, graceful and wise, tell me i'm perfect -
“ Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart. Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance (via coffeeislovely)
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart. Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance (via coffeeislovely)
(Source: fleurishes, via coffeeislovely)
I don’t like how quickly things change and I don’t like how quickly we are just supposed to accept them.
