January 2012
48 posts
December 2011
50 posts
“im cursed and i cant live anymore.”
holy shit i can pretend like i don’t care so well i’ll have you embarrassed for even thinking i might.
“The flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,...”
– Alone with everybody, Bukowski (via flatulenciamental
)
“Ann, I love you. I hope my car starts. I hope the sink isn’t plugged up. I’m glad I didn’t fuck a groupie. I’m glad I’m not very good at getting into bed with strange females. I’m glad I’m an idiot. I’m glad I don’t know anything. I’m glad I haven’t been murdered. When I look at my hands and they are still on my wrists, I think to myself, I am lucky.”
what the fuck is wrong with me and my stupid brain. cant seem to remember anything or do anything simple right. i’ve seriously fucked all sorts of things up. just waiting for the shoes to drop now. fuck.
“I felt once more how simple a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast...”
– Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek (via therainyresistance)
in case you’re wondering this is my favorite novel
(via spacebaw)
suns out after it snows. not too hot coffee in tiny mugs. smoking weed in bed. fresh packs of cigarettes. waking up in the middle of the night for half asleep banging. playing grindcore at work to bum out my boss. getting nervous and fucking up when you’re watching me focus on something. kicking the cat in my sleep and he doesn’t care. hella 90s teen rom com vhs. vodka and orangina....
