"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning"

“I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for."


"All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust"

Hannah Murphy ♥ / 2/5/1991 / Singapore
“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting"

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"To love would be an awfully big adventure"

Saturday, October 12, 2013 || 7:27 PM

Where do you draw the line - to keep some of you to yourself yet give your all to the ones you love and to life itself? I know not to and don't want to expect. It's always so perfect at those moments spent in cocoons, but sometimes it's like the moment when Professor X hooks himself up to Cerebro - so many voices at once - thinking of all that's thought, unsaid and said, it becomes too much, drowning out into a endless frenzy that I'd be glad to just live like Magneto with that helmet glued to my head thankyouverymuch. It becomes dark sometimes, storm clouds gathering and the wind picking up, then I feel the panic cos the tornado shelter isn't all ready yet. What's coming next? Why the fear? So determined to not to give in to these moments that feel like quicksand sucking at my toes. These few rays of sunshine I'll hug and steal away into the far-reaches of my mind where the ugliness can't taint them.