Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix...– Hunter S. Thompson (via ohpitssierra)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via elige)
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday and whatever’s in my head should go away....– Travis - Writing to reach you. (via neobicanstranac)
I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.– Charles Bukowski (via ohyousillything)
There is nothing sexier than hearing a man moan...
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not...– After the storm by Mumford & sons (via filthyslut)
insolubilisvitae: And suddenly you realize it all ended, it really did. There’s no way back, you can feel it. And then you try to remember when did it all started, and you see that all started before of what you thought… long before, and is that moment when you know things just happen once, and even if you try it so hard you won’t feel the same anymore. You will...
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