twopenceworth

I’m done with this space, for the greater good.

— Dawson’s Creek (via quotewhore)

With every ache I lose my faith, with every bruise I step away.

— unknown. (via freebree) (via happythings)

With a limping leg and a battered heart, with all the imperfections that exist in me, with all the pain and burden I’ve carried around for a little too long, Ive found the courage to slowly carved out a line on the ground. Not quite a notion of surrender nor admitting defeat. But rather an indication that I’ve lost it. Anything beyond the distinct barrier that I’ve consigned myself to is simply….foreign. My patience finally recognized the boundaries that for so long have been blurred by affection and it’s complications. And I don’t see myself crossing the line neither would I make attempts to cross it. At least not at the moment because I’m not even close to curious in finding out what’s in store waiting at the other side. You see, people always say that the grass is greener on the other side, but that’s not always the case. I would not declare this to be an act of isolation, but really… I think as November approaches, I’m constantly reminded of it’s importance. On top of anything else.

Anyways, haven’t you notice that I’m actually rough… On the edges?