Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself, know what you want
White Oleander (via midwestraised)
This blog is mostly about poignancy (whatever that is these days), but some of the walls are plastered together with random bullshit. Also, I write some poems/prose occasionally, and I will post the bits I am not completely embarrassed by on here. Not that you should look forward to it. Or do. Not bothered here really.
The radio crackles with the same too familiar songs.
The roads taper to an endless succession of sunsets.
-Maybeshewill
The radio crackles with the same too familiar songs.
The roads taper to an endless succession of sunsets.
-Maybeshewill
untitled by the vast oceans on Flickr.
(Source: heartbreakhotelhoneymoonsuite, via c-o-r-r-o-s-i-v-e)
(Source: imgfave, via feedmeguilt)
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
Charles Bukowski (via good-dogwood)(Source: lefrog, via good-dogwood)
1/143 Next »