(Source: psychomadness111, via h3li0)
Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn’t the story?
I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE OMG
When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time
(Source: fluffypaws, via howls-moving-nipples)
I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people ok but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done. — Henry Rollins: Smile, you’re traveling (Black Coffee Blues Pt. 3)
(Source: outlawheartt, via thecanticleofthelivingdead)
How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. — Charles Bukowski (via timesinfinityyy)
(Source: hellanne, via thecanticleofthelivingdead)
planetvalium:A gathering of pregnant men.
I present the only men who can have a valid opinion on abortion
I wish self-esteem campaigns would focus less on “everyone is beautiful” and more on “who the fuck cares if you are beautiful or not”