October 2011
“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
– Pulp, Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of...”
– Salvador Plascencia (via doomedworld)
drinking sake with my dad lol
gonna live only with my dad, mom’ll send me a lot of money for drugs, cigarettes etc
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z jakimi psychotropami 'eksperymentowałaś'?
chociazby acodin, nasenne i dużo antydepresantów, jeśli chodzi o same leki
free weed
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through...”
– Virginia Wolf’s note to her husband before she committed suicide (via doomedworld)
“I love to smoke. Smoking a cigarette is like forgetting. When I hit rock bottom...”
– Marie, Les amours imaginaires (via doritoslut)
I don’t eat sweet things.
I don’t eat greasy things.
Anorexia has nothing to do with fashion.
I hate all children.
I don’t want to have a social life.
It’s démodé.
I hate to be touched by strangers.
I have no ambition.
I’m the most selfish person in the world.
