May 2012
35 posts
Eu não tenho muito pra te oferecer, sabe? Só tem eu, e essa minha vontade louca...
– (via amoremdoseselevadas)
More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.
– Chuck Palahniuk (via paper-travels)
blazingdynamite:
i hate happy couples why can’t you all just be unhappy
i am so sad i want to vomit
soulsauce:
i want to be perfect too and have a perfect boyfriend and a perfect relationship and perfect weather and perfect food and a perfect room and i want to make perfect things and have a perfectly not so perfect life because perfect is not perfect idk
1950's lyrics: Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For, my darling, I love you, and I always will.
1960's lyrics: When the girl in your arms is the girl in your heart, then you've got everything.
1970's lyrics: I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.
2012 lyrics: Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt.
i’m the dumbest person alive
What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second?...
– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via larmoyante)
In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a...
– Don Draper (via mermaidsongs)
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i’m in love
fairythreaded:
maybe if i sigh enough my lungs will collapse and i’ll die
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I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that...
– Evelyn Waugh (via veir)
I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That’s my wish; to sleep, sleep,...
– Arimura Ryutaro, リラの木 (via tat-art)
me: i hate all of you
me: stop screaming you saw your friend yesterday
me: holy fuck walk faster
me: get smarter idiot
me: maybe if i hit my head on my desk enough times ill die
April 2012
39 posts
I, a demon, bear witness that there are no more demons left. Why demons, when...
– The Last Demon - Isaac Bashevis Singer
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liripot:
you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and...
Find what you love and let it kill you.
– Charles Bukowski (via itswallflower)
Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements,...
– Tanya Davis on How To Be Alone