So I made a fist of my heart, hoping throwing the first punch would leave me...– Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...– Charles Bukowski (via moriarty)
amoying: the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
What the fuck is wrong with me?!
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