May 2013
“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?!
“She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her...”
– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via thresca)
