(Source: kunning)
“Good morning, Killer King, You’re a star.”
I watch you taste yourself
Don’t tease me
Give me your fingers
A sip of nectar
Fuck
—(via ituccio)
He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via jarrodis)
Probably my favourite zone.
(Source: bestwowscreencaps)
Click the squares! o.o
(Source: mandaflewaway)
(Source: the-original-tron-bonne)
I want to be
the one
you want in your
mind and your gut and
your bathroom
But I don’t want you
to fuck the whole
world to find out.Charles Bukowski
(Source: tamburina)
How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via acollectionofsleeplessnights)
I invented adventures for myself and made up a life, so as at least to live in some way.
—Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via king-queen-knave)
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
—Josephine Hart (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
I wish I could take away your suffering and pain. I swear it would hurt less to give them to me than it is to watch you hurt.
(Source: thevelvetedge)
my lucifer, take me here. i want to die here. it just so beautiful.
