Anonymous asked: I know most people who say this sort of thing to you, probably have no reason to, but with me I really do have plenty of reason, so fuck you. Just saying.
Anonymous asked: how did you do that? c:
Anonymous asked: your glasses are so perfectly lovely where did you get them?
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of...– Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via rosettes)
She is beside me, drenched in sweat. She’s breathing gently, long slow breaths....– Luke Davies, from Candy (via violentwavesofemotion)
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...– Evelyn Waugh (via hellanne)
someone choked me last night and it was the hottest thing ever like wtf
I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening...– Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.– Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)
…Drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not...– Hunter S. Thompson (via ttender)
Anonymous asked: Your blog is wonderfull^ ^ and so you are