i think we have a typewriter upstairs i can hear the sound of it in my head i just want to sit there and type and type and type and it would be nice unless i can’t think of words but it’s just better, it’s like writing with a quill, it’s just so nice and the words might just flow out of you, not like this, not like this at all.
mélanie. 19. switzerland. girlhood bravery, still. keep it cold. “what i need is the dandelion in the spring. the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. the promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. that it can be good again.” - suzanne collins