26.05.12 @ 14:56♥2131

I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me.

~   Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye (via themilesiwandered)

26.05.12 @ 14:56♥127

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songs-about-leaving: The Smiths - Still Ill

23.05.12 @ 20:01♥31

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

~   Edna St. Vincent Millay  (via timequakes)

23.05.12 @ 20:01♥129

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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…

23.05.12 @ 06:48♥15967

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songs-about-leaving: The Magnetic Fields - I Think I Need a New Heart 

23.05.12 @ 06:47♥66

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Doing nothing gives me great pleasure and believe me, I succeed wonderfully in it.

~   Morrissey (via chloegooder)

23.05.12 @ 06:46♥87

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