Remember Me As A Time Of Day

20, Queer Bostonian, Writer, Nirvana enthusiast, coffee addict, pessimist, jaded, pierced, empathetic, apathetic, long-time vegetarian, amateur novelist/therapist, hopeless romantic, crunchy hippie hipster feminist who firmly believes that there is little that cannot be solved with twelve hours of sleep and a bar of chocolate.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.

—Salvador Plascencia  (via lavandula)

(Source: clavicola, via commence-diddling)