I'll Take Two Bags of Bones, Please

You starved me of my childhood
And ate my peace of mind


I really like you but you’re an ocean and I’m just a wave

(Source: asian, via cassipeia)


i have a lot of opinions about the dress code at my funeral and no way to communicate them

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

—Charles Bukowski (via man-of-prose)

(via ab-sences)

…choose to believe in your own myth
your own glamour
your own spell
a young woman who does this
(even if she is just pretending)
has everything.

—Francesca Lia Block, How to (Un)cage a Girl (via coffeekaling)

(Source: seabois, via ab-sences)

The scariest thing is when people look up to you but you know the truth about your own self.

—Muhammad ibn Adam al-Kawthari (via ab-sences)

(Source: spiritualaspirant, via ab-sences)

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they’ve all let him down.

—Nick Hornby, Long Way Down (via ab-sences)

…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.

—Gillian Flynn (via fuckoff-mondays)

(Source: uglypnis, via seizeexistence)

I wish I knew
how to
someone without
killing myself.
How to mend hearts
breaking my own.
How to kiss
and not create

—Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do. (via grillfriend)

(Source: michellekpoems, via seizeexistence)

An ad that pretends to be art is – at absolute best – like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you.

—David Foster Wallace (via man-of-prose)

(via btwntheshadowandthesoul)