aguninmyhand

I've been sick from the top to the bottom of my stomach considering the mess I've fucking made, all in the name of a good love. How one thing lead to such another.

It's my 18th Birthday in two days time so I've been wearing my bright red heels around the house so they're comfortable enough to dance in because on your birthday your really gotta dance good.

Jacob simply spent all of his time learning about smothered children, ironic considering his own death was caused by suffocation, and on writing theories about leadership, power and strength. Jacob had a mind beyond that of any other man I had ever met. It was true to say that I hated him but I cannot deny that he was the most brilliant individual one could begin to imagine. Jacob and I had met during winter. Jacob found the brooding and miserable atmosphere of winter quite comfortable, it was fitting, I suppose, that his short life both ended and began during the month of November. Everything about Jacob was like this. Every aspect of him