This was my easy way out of the loneliness that I had become accustomed to. The...– Thought Catalog// Gabby Gabby
Let’s pour wine in coffee cups
My life doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, and I’m pretty sure it never will. Some days I’m content with it, some days I’m not. All I know is that I can’t explain my decisions half the time. I wonder if this lost feeling ever goes away. I have a bad feeling it doesn’t. But then my cat comes and curls up on my chest, or the man I love picks me up in the middle of...
This endless cycle of people walking out of my life is really getting old. I think I’m defective.
yaaaladin: roses are red violets are blue what’s your dick like homie what are you into
I caught a plane the next day and realized that the city was still as much a...– Nico Lang//Thought Catalog
this is everything I can't say. →
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one’s own sunshine.– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kari-shma)
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take...– Frédéric Chopin (via phytos)
I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon,...– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via c-ovet)
It's that time of the day/week/present mindset
when I get so melancholy and rage-filled that I make the worst decisions. let’s see what trouble I can get into with a busted leg. there’s always something out there to cure me, at least momentarily.
this is an ode to the rigid headboard and the bedsprings that gouge my ribs- circling for a supposed endpoint to no avail- the mathematical definition of a line (we don’t give segments the time of day here) the springs find camaraderie in my ribs- their metal-borne twins in the cavity of a human body or the cavity of a mattress spiraling- although the difference that I can see is that if you...
Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.– Ernest Hemingway (via artistsuffer)