Sad and Sassy

♥ 2496
→ 24 May 13 at 5 pm

Charles Bukowski (via defyculture)

(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via johnthebohemian)

"I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound…
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs…"

♥ 17803
→ 24 May 13 at 4 pm

Jonathan Tropper (via petite—fleur)

(Source: 366quotes, via petite--fleur)

"I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another."

♥ 22612
→ 24 May 13 at 3 pm
Edward Norton on the set of Fight Club, 1999.

(via spookyteenager)

♥ 605
→ 23 May 13 at 10 pm mariannapaige:

i accidentally ripped off the first part of this when taking it out of my typewriter and decided that i like it better that way

mariannapaige:

i accidentally ripped off the first part of this when taking it out of my typewriter and decided that i like it better that way

♥ 5320
→ 23 May 13 at 5 pm
Flower Garden (1905-1907)

Gustav Klimt

(Source: detailsdetales, via karmazen)

♥ 9
→ 23 May 13 at 2 pm nenamutante:

flores gigantes brotando de mi cuerpo

♥ 129628
→ 23 May 13 at 2 pm (Source: eatsleepdraw, via uoa)

♥ 61
→ 23 May 13 at 2 pm (Source: enidfromghostw0rld)

♥ 217680
→ 23 May 13 at 12 pm (Source: whoresare.us, via gravitysex)

♥ 22234
→ 22 May 13 at 7 pm

Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)

"I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"

Sad and Sassy

"I have died too many times believing and waiting, waiting in a room staring at a cracked ceiling waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound… going wild inside while she danced with strangers in nightclubs…"

"I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another."

"I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I’d write to the point of suffocation I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing And I’d write about you a lot more than I should"

"I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound…
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs…"

"I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"