i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you
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Too often, the only escape is sleep.
Charles Bukowski (via cold-hearted-snake)(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via fromthepitilesswave)
Too often, the only escape is sleep.
Charles Bukowski (via acideyedrops)(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via la-croix)
I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I’d be there with you now instead of here. Maybe… if I’d said, ‘I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,’ maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via myquotelibrary)(via myquotelibrary)
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via modernmethadone)(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via modernmethadone)
People always think they know other people, but they don’t. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won’t eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don’t know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for not reason at all.
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People always think they know other people, but they don’t. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won’t eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don’t know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for not reason at all.
Libba Bray (via larmoyante)(Source: larmoyante, via song-that-im-singing)
