India would be nice
can i even think of something i enjoy more than hearing “oh, i have a funny story for you”? no, i don’t think i can
I climbed down from that tree to spend the rest of my life running from the...– Benjamin Hale, The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore, Atlantic Books 2011 (via holdenandcaulfield)
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.– Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via tombstonesgrey)
selfabsorbedunimportance: I write this very decidedly out of despair over my body and over a future with this body. Do you despair? Yes? You despair? You run away? You want to hide?
such a heart breaking kind of face
fault-lines-: The Boy Who Blocked His Own...
thedaysahead: as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers the moon crumbles one by one stars flutter into dust but the sea does not change and she goes forth out of hands and she returns into hands and is with sleep…. love, the breaking of your soul upon my lips -e. e. cummings
Tell No One →
There was chaos; the skies breaking open, rain smashing down, soaking and breaking. Wind howling and tearing, lightning clawing and burning. All of the cliché images, the overused words, they were falling out of the skies in torrents. Then there I was, standing empty handed and hollow hearted, at the corner of lonely and despair. And there you were, sitting faceless and nameless on the shining...
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life...
king-tonah-deactivated20120514 asked: can you sum up your url in a short response?
If I get scared I’ll just call you and I’ll miss your glow as I unsettle Oh, and I’ll always feel, I will always be
this is seriously too much too much TOO MUCH
Despite my plethora of awesome judgement skills, I totally can’t tell if you’re a sexual predator or not!
It is perhaps the misfortune of my life that I am interested in far too much but...– Søren Kierkegaard (via human-voices)
you smoking cigarettes at brendan’s party and walking in big circles with me on your arm
How one person eventually “warms up” to another in due time is an interesting phenomenon to me.