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
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.