November 2011
October 2011
“Time passes even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes
unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me.” —New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me.” —New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
