April 2013
2 posts
March 2013
1 post
“I know how miserable you must be, and I would give ten years of my life to be...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, First Blood (via fitzgeraldquotes)
February 2013
1 post
The Struggling Writer: The Personification of a... →
mydelicatepurethoughts:
…as I trace my fingers along the ragged and chipped corner of my already antiquated bedside table, I can’t help but think of the years it has been, as a table -providing its purpose, of the things it has witnessed throughout the years, of people it has encountered, places and corners and rooms it…
December 2012
1 post
2 tags
She relieved her pain by inflicting it on me. I relieved my pain by inflicting it on her. It was a destructive cycle that made no sense until you realized that we were in love.
November 2012
2 posts
September 2012
1 post
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May 2012
1 post
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...”
– Opening to Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
April 2012
4 posts
When I get high and then go to the bar
whatshouldwecallme:
“they all know I’m high… don’t they?”
When I get high with my friend and he/she wants to...
whatshouldwecallme:
My friend is like:
But I’m just like:
February 2012
1 post
1 tag
May 2011
1 post
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