The past is only the future with the lights on.

Fortune favours the brave…

She lives the poetry she cannot write. – Oscar Wilde


Lypophrenia (n.) a vague feeling of sorrow or sadness seemingly without any apparent cause or source.

Those Days

I know those days you have sometimes. You feel like you’re nothing, you belong to nobody. You pretend that you … More


I went for a cigarette at 3:20 am this morning and was the only person on campus. I felt like … More