You can’t get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.– C.S. Lewis (via madecrooked)
I hate this feeling so grabby, so annoying. Consuming my soul, destroying my mind and turning my stomach inside out. I try and rebel from this feeling of agony and anguish that torments me to no avail. There is no sparkle of hope, I’ve become to attached to a feeling that seemed new only so long ago. A constant shard in my side a constant eye on my watch. How much time will pass till this...