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)
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…
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.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...– Opening to Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
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: