spend your days saying "fine thanks, how are you," no question, all rhetorical. all that's left is to write it out.

keep it in. write it out.

the safest thing you can do with your heart, is not trusting someone else with it.

ataraxia-a:

"Spilled my heart here"
I saw this on my walk today and it broke my heart..

(Source: jaydenewalshh, via theliquidcured)

So I watch them run and I wonder if I ever felt as free.

Surrounded by complaints, the love of tea is no longer sustaining my will to work. But with nowhere else to go, these rice balls make a great distraction from the stress of an overworked and underpaid tea slave.

and so the witch turned to look at me.
the peonies took on her scent.
I looked in her eyes, and fell under again.

(Source: heart-breakinglymobile)