February 2012
mitford:
And what is the word for knowing your bones are made
of midnight?
— B. Hicok
If I. Do not. Make it. To the ocean. Within the next month or two. I will probably just combust and die.
“You are a slave. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Born into a...”
– Morpheus (via thinksquad)
Anonymous asked: How are you?
Charles Bukowski
stateless1972:
“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.”
“How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing?”
– John Lennon (via wildhorsescouldntdragmeaway)
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
– Sylvia Plath (via weissewiese, longwinter)
