in my heart
and walked away.

About
hi there! i'm annye--- an arkansas girl who spent a brief hiatus in the windy city for school. fell in love with the city life but terribly missed the slow place of the south. i'm back below the mason-dixon line learning how to be an adult, and enjoying all the excitement that comes along with having a real.life.job.more of me
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likes: champagne, frozen blueberries, card games, fireflies, music that makes my heart stop, hammocks, the south, beer, lifedislikes: being cold, bad habits, making decisions
Following
William Faulkner
my motto these days
the fault in our stars, john green
finished in less than 24 hours, so i’d say it was good. sad. poignant. funny. all good things to say about this one.
I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. Thats what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Before and after—and during, a moment no bigger or longer than an edge.