“you haven’t healed, i can tell from how cruel you are.” — (via bmcay)
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“remember that sometimes the random pieces come together and love eventually feels good again even after it ends” — Give me a job, please.:
I am always a bit too much, I guess. I needed him to sleep at night. I blurt. Too much prose, too many poems, too many favors and falling all over myself and literally into walls sometimes. I think I would do that less if every single time I stopped doing it altogether people did not come running back. There is a power there I don’t want, but can’t seem to escape. What happens to Superman and Spiderman in the end, do they slow down, settle on a simple life at home? Away from kryptonite and tall, tall buildings?
Anyway, the only really plan right now is breathing.
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.” — A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via beautilation)
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Eats a whole raw potato
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“Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.” — Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)
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