when you wake up early in the morning and sit on the edge of your bed like
|—||Olivia Wilde, Her: Love in the Modern Age (via heresay)|
this is my all-time favourite tumblr post
a something inside me just won’t sit still.
it’s fidgety and impatient like a child.
this something has a mind all it’s own.
it longs to be free and run wild.
this something is anxious and tugs at my strings.
it pulls me towards life without guides.
the way i am now will…