(Source: th3wknd, via piscinemolitor93)
I found this lovely book in the art room. Here are some of my favorite pages…and some that speak to the tumblr soul…
Mackenzie.
This is all I want for Christmas.
Oh god, this is awesome
(via thelostcontinent)
You write so
beautifully, the
inside of your
mind must be a
terrifying place
(via rachelfish)
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee..”’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together.”
-Charles Bukowski, Women
(via rascalthecat)
i just went outside
its real as shit out ther
people goign to work and such
its kind of disorienting
