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.

3.19.11

i love him, i really do. this isn’t just a ‘he’s so cute!’ kind of crush, i think this is love. hopeless, saddening, love. there isn’t much more to say, he’s the only thing on my mind anyways.