February 2012
“The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours,...”
– Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye (via fleshscars)
“apples to apples, dust to dust.”
– Joseph Macias
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Elias is a puta.
Yes, I said “puta”. I meant what I said and I said what I meant.
“Death: Putting the Fun in Funeral.”
– 1000 Ways to Die (via siddman)
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I wish my headlights worked in moments like these..
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for all things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
Why do I feel like I’ve lost everyone?
first paycheck.
fuckin’ hot yeah (:
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Today, Bayside’s “Sick Sick Sick” came on the radio while I was working.. the Grouplove’s “Colours” then Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Maps”, then a bunch of other songs that are just as amazing. This job’s soundtrack keeps my heart happy and keeps my feet dancing, I’m quite alright with that.
“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via 5795)
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I hate that I don’t have my own bedroom to get ready in and to put my stuff in. All my shiz is scattered throughout the house’s closets and ugh… I just miss having my own room is all maybe I can take up this offer and save enough up to get an apartment, we’ll see…
liveonhiatus:
i heard if you say forever alone 3 times into a mirror at midnight i appear and punch you in the face for being a faggot
“There are two sorts of romantics: those who love, and those who love the...”
– Lesley Blanch (via corona-borealis)
hiptoyourjive:
Everyone wants to kiss sad boys but no one wants to kiss sad girls
