sometimes I want you to understand
(maybe to listen)
instead of barging down my doors
and making me understand you.
Am I selfish? Probably.
But in some way or another, we are all selfish.
The little girl carefully tiptoes around the orange-red swarm of tiny soldier crabs. A large crab (yet only the size of her little toe) furiously waves its heavy scarlet claws harmlessly at her while the rest scramble to safety.
via — symbal
Self-destructing is charging out of the door at three in the morning, barefoot; when the trees resemble hunched, thin witches, where something small and black scuttles across the pavement. No backward glance, no second thoughts. Just: I have to get out.