Because there aren't enough walls, enough pages to plaster with my interests
Ugh. Why am I feeling sad tonight? I want distractions. I want a friend. But I want to be alone. But I want someone.
Why do I want to talk to you, though? When all this go away? When will this stop being something I think about and get sad over?
Fuck. DISTRACT ME.
Reblogged from seapeny
Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass (via aristochronism)