Ramblings of Insecure Narcissism

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones.

— The Decemberists (via allthatglittersispink) (via thefranticsearch) (via surrenderlove) (via merricat) (via thisismewriting) (via leprintemps) (via inwaves) (via susurrations, imissthissomuch) (via lived) (via skyisland)