The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Renee. Scorpio. INTP. California.
“No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get you out of my head. It’s like every little detail about you, every triviality you’ve ever told me has somehow ingrained itself into my brain and taken root. Forget love songs or special places; I can’t even open my eyes in the morning without being reminded of you, can hardly breathe without thinking about the fact that you breathe, too.”
Jotted scraps of journal entries