‘There is a charming quality, is there not,’ he said to me, ‘in this silence;...– Marcel Proust, Le Côté de Guermantes (via curbsidequo)
Can somebody please bring me some documentaries on the ocean and a freezing cold drink. Can you then lay in bed with me watching said documentaries and holding my hand until I fall asleep? Thanks.
Dear Sarah 2012
Thanks for making the same mistakes in the first 9 hours of 2012 as you did in 2011. Way to be a total fuck up and repeat history. You are nothing if not consistent. Sincerely Sarah 2011
Heading out to drink myself into oblivion and forget the year that was. See all the cool kids at Sunny D for Loma and Raein and the rest of you on the flipside. Xx
I want you I want you I want you right now I don’t need you to soothe...
I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when...– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via atramentum)
Anonymous asked: I'm sorry. I have been working up the courage to talk to you but I haven't seen you at a show in a little while so tonight was the night!
Anonymous asked: Please come to sun d tonight. I really want to be your midnight kiss!
Tonight I get to see Loma Prieta and RAEIN. I am an ungrateful cunt because I am feeling depressed and antisocial and would actually be happy to ring in the new year alone listening to their albums instead. Ffuck I hope I snap out of this mood ASAP.
He’d gotten tired of Christmas parties and New Year’s parties and birthdays, and...– South Of No North - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a...– W. H. Auden (via steelcity)
deadvultures: She sleeps clutching herself, afraid that her skeleton will break of her skin. Sobbing through dreams, laughing through nightmares; living and dying through slumber, waiting to be born again. A bed of cold water, swimming in sick; frozen limbs, bones pressing through her skin. Sinking her teeth in deep, spilling her blood onto her grey sheets. “Ache with me, please.” She begs her...
Let’s here it for that awkward moment when you say good bye to one of your best friends in a pub… Start crying and your glasses fog up. Going home to be so incredibly sad. I will miss you.
There are so many things we’ve been brought up to believe that it takes you an...– Edward Gorey (via villiane)
dansanthem: These knives are softer than broken dreams Blood and tears are on the floor I can’t remember a time when I was good at something I wear this tigersuit ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ lamb Blood and tears are on the floor I start to lick ‘em They’re my daily bread.