May 2013
“Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...”
– Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via heavydrug)
me half-way through shaving one leg: i dont want to do this anymore
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via homosensuous)
brandysmellville:
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“I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for...”
– Jonathan Carroll (via skeletales)
teapayne:
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genocidercyo:
clockey:
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via rabbrakha)
desolate-at-best:
jillssmirkingnipples:
The truth is that I can’t remember what my first kiss tasted like Or how much I really drank two summers ago But I do remember the color of your shirt, the first time I saw you And how dishonest your eyes were, the night you told me you didn’t want me.
This physically hurt me.
“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via spookyhouse)
fleshscars:
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“He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via billielunette)
