waiting for departure.


i'll fly away to the place i belong.
wherever that may be.
i'm going somewhere and for now,
i'm just waiting.
care to take a seat and join me?

oh, and i'm molly, but you can call me moll.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky  (via whimsicaldays)

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