March 2012
27 posts
Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and...
– Paul Auster, City of Glass (via liquidnight)
February 2012
29 posts
he bought me two books, hugged me and said, “the day I can’t lift you up is the day you become a woman”
god Lauren you can’t eat fruit snacks now you were supposed to go run
"Cause and Effect" - Charles Bukowski
someholyspectacle:
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
robbersmusic:
I always thought I’d meet my wife in Manhattan.
"Jen is Bringin' the Drugs" by Margot & the...
heymikewaskom:
is one of the absolutely most depressing songs I’ve ever heard. I know this because I’ve written some of the most depressing songs you’ve ever heard.
‘cause love is an ink-less pen. it’s a tavern, it’s sin. It’s a horrible way to begin.
“my father would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark”
daisyfairy:
it’s all very well having gays on glee but where is the kid that sits in their bedroom laughing at their computer and finds stray doritos in their hair
tell me where am i represented
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
– Albert Camus, The First Man (via liquidnight)
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you know the things that you want, and you’ll never be alone. But by god, beware of that woman.
I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you...
– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via liquidnight)
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Su mirada no era definible; de sus ojos, medio cerrados por el sopor normal que la irradiación calurosa de su propia tez le producía, salían furtivos rayos, destellos perdidos que quemaban mi alma. Pero mi alma quería quemarse, y no cesaba de revolotear como imprudente mariposa en torno a aquella luz.
“you wanna become a really big Rod Stewart fan with me?”
You were always so full of fucking shit
Feliz Cumpleaños a mi abuelo en el Cielo, te extraño muchísimo