Pat/twentytwo/weird/pierced/anti-social
Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (via mirroir)
(Source: blue-voids, via palpability)
In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye. (via mercurieux)
(via mercurieux)
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
Charles Bukowski (via wonderful-wasteland)
I do not feel good
I’ve got the sad sads
all I want to do is
fuck you
S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via mer-se)
(Source: modernmethadone, via mer-se)
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
