¡ruido!

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Isn’t it funny? I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via wuthering-heights)

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ninjplaysdrums:

avaro:

the national // this is the last time

oh, don’t tell anyone i’m here
i’ve got tylenol and beer

wow, the timing of tylenol and beer is just eerie. this one hit me.

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“

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible—-
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

— Charles Bukowski, “Friends Within The Darkness”
From You Get So Alone at Times (via liquidnight)

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