I’m officially lost in wonderland; I’ve come to the mad hatter’s tea party and I’m more confused than ever. The bf is sitting beside me and is also lost. He’s not leaving my side despite the agreement that we would tackle wonderland on our own (brake up). This gives me hope that he may make it out with me, but he’s always been very good with his words. This weekend we went further down the rabbit hole than ever before and managed to make a stronger connection.
" We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain things we can't.