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theplotneedsmorebourbon:

I’m a
casual observer
because
people
don’t like it
when you
stare at them.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

nine inch nails 
Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via heyneptune)

All she wished was that this enormous flood of grief, this insatiable hunger for sympathy, this demand that she should surrender herself up to him entirely, and even so he had sorrows enough to keep her supplied for ever, should leave her, should be diverted before it swept her down in its flow.
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I see what they did there. 

thingsandschemes:

- Brad Rose

I see what they did there. 

thingsandschemes:

- Brad Rose

Something deeply felt, was to create a gulf between ourselves and others, who, too, feel deeply, perhaps, but differently.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
well maybe I will. 

well maybe I will. 

being swallowed by the ground. 

michelle williams for boy by band of outsiders

being swallowed by the ground. 

michelle williams for boy by band of outsiders

lanterns.

lanterns.

people who cook with lavendar are c8nts.
peonies are really pretty. 

peonies are really pretty. 

True story. 

True story. 

Thought it. Put it on a t-shirt. Fair enough. 

Thought it. Put it on a t-shirt. Fair enough.