It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.– Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via audrotas)
paper trees: not a list →
buttdrugs: I guess it’s unfortunate; how I’m always just one letter off from being all right. I’m wearing the same dress I wore to my grandma’s wake at an indie show and I swear to God; everyone is laughing at me here. I wanna go home. I need to be drunk to fit in anywhere. I’m not…
What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me to the physical,...– John Nash, A Beautiful Mind (via kateoplis)
Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more.– Frida Kahlo (to Diego Rivera)
I’m so god damn sick of people saying they hate people or they hate life or bitching and moaning about the new iPhone they didn’t get or the vacation their parents didn’t fucking take them on. How can you possibly say such a thing when at this very moment there’s a helpless girl, someone’s friend, someone’s daughter, the love of someone’s life, being...
Let me tell you a story. The day after Columbine, I was interviewed for the Tom...– Roger Ebert (via albinwonderland)
My latest untitled short story.
I could feel the soles of my shoes as they managed to separate themselves from my feet, and with each step the slap of the rubber meeting the pavement echoed through the streetlight lit night. I couldn’t say I had the faintest idea of where I was going, all I knew was that I was going. Like always though, I would return, back to the familiar, unable to disappear like I so much longed to do,...
Those who are hardest to love need it the most.– Socrates (via unicornsandrainbowmoustaches)
I simply told her she sounded like poetry whenever she laughed.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via ohfairies)
Strange, I barely know you, but yet I feel deeply connected to you. Crave, I...– 넬, Beautiful Stranger (via middecember)
But darling, should I need to count how many times you’ve left me breathless, I’d find more ease in counting the stars in the sky.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you...– C.S. Lewis (via ohhhkat)
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...– Voltaire, Candide: or, the Optimist (via drunkblogging)
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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better,...– Sylvia Plath (via skeletales)