February 2012
and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when...
– On the Road - Jack Kerouac (via asetzer)
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell...
– my mind is, by e. e. cummings (via anewterror)
Empty and ugly
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...
– Karen Marie Moning (via yourendlesspath)
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I’m exhausted beyond belief, but sleeping is impossible
And those drugs, well, they’re making you forget how to feel. You’re forgetting how you once loved me.
Shroom’s this weekend? Yes please
You keep it on the inside because that’s the safest place to hide
I wish my stomach would growl or I would puke or something
This stomach ache has me in a ball
Who even reads these?
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
– Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via lastdaysofmagic)
I’m not the most introspective person in the
world, but I am used to my...
– Elliott Smith (via elliottsmithappreciation)
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the...
– Hunter S. Thompson (via theyoungandthereckless15)