Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
—~Dorothy Parker, Interior (via iwannotowidigdo) (via electronicalrattlebag) (via elvira) (via bohemea)
Sometimes I think the way I try to keep my life tidy - by separating my external actions from the cold, noise and pain inside of me - is one of the most foolish traits i posess.
