“My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.”
- Virgina Woolf
(Source: nineeyedoracle, via forlornliiight)
Posted March 30, 2013 at 12:41am in smoking cigarette black and white lighter rings hands vice
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I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.
— Bon Iver
(Source: seabois, via ofhipsandhearts)
Here’s hoping that y’all view my random and prolonged disappearing acts as cute/endearing/mysterious.
The above is an accurate depiction of the state my life has been in over the past two weeks—i.e. my head has refused to stay firmly attached to my body and my mind has been a scattered-hyphen-twitching (it’s a thing) joke of a mess. Or perhaps a mess of a joke?
On the bright side, I go on vacation next week and after that I officially start my new position at VRH. No more work cell phone? Check. No more dealing with doctors? Check. No more attempting to and being expected to magically create hospital beds? CHECK.
Things are looking up.
(via mplans)
Posted February 25, 2013 at 11:15pm in black and white blurry blurred portrait mess hands woman
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Posted January 15, 2013 at 1:23pm in photography black and white lovers touch embrace hands
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