When sleeping comes to be the hardest part of the day, thats when you have to self medicate. I turned to Anna Karenina and Tramadol last night, like two knights in shining armor they guarded my mind while sleep failed to do so. I lit candles in a circle around my bed, pretended to be a corps in an old and expensive chest. It was a funeral, it was a childish dream.
Much like my life in general ; a funeral/a childish dream
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i cannot bear the thought, swan queen
i too turned to tramadol last night to sleep.
it's terrible.
we're too young to feel like this.
xo
Anna Karenina might possibly be the best book ever written. Despite being like a million pages long when I picked it up last year I finished it in a week. Just thinking of it makes me happy.
Dahlingh, if you end up having a funeral ( and if IM STILL AROUND AT THE TIME) can I please come and photograph you?
I have a thing for dead people. Please, dont be mad.
It must have a been such an amazing image. you, beautiful as always, candles burning dutiful by your side, I would love to see that in a frame. I hope you will sleep better today. bisous, a
come back.
And something tells me, were that childish dream become a funeral, it would make for a tragedy more beautiful and bittersweet than that of Romeo and Juliet.
Quoting Stars always fun.
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