Glass.

Jun 21, 2010

Places are like living things. They change ever so slightly every day, till one day you wake up to find yourself in a foreign land. A stranger in your own bed.

4 comments:

Rhea Silvia said...: prettttyyyyy blogggg.

and, y'know, i know. i know you know i know. change sux.; June 22, 2010 at 7:07 AM
Shree said...: Brilliant. Absolutely.
Amar aar Uni'r dialectic, hah!; June 22, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Arse Poetica said...: <3 just.; June 23, 2010 at 11:58 AM
Magically Bored said...: Wow, this is so true.; June 24, 2010 at 7:51 AM