pacificzoolander

When I was 8 my parents gave me a room of my own for the first time. I went to bed that night, scared. The room felt too big without my sister dozing beside me. That night I dreamt of flying down a deserted

Living off of the scraps of other people's generosity, pity, carelessness. A self-imposed isolation so complete that I forget how I should interact with folks-- how I want to interact with them. Steeped