Personal Posts- Pisces.



❝ I hang my head against the white
refrigerator and want to scream like
the last weeping of life forever but
I am bigger than the mountains.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog From Hell (1977)

(Source: beaurduex, via iamyoursuppressedthoughts)


Let it happen.


glittertomb: By eevanderr

psychognosis: Some of my posts sound angry and some of my posts sound sad and some of my posts sound like I just miss you because I have never been so fucking confused about anything in my entire life. I contradict myself because I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel. There’s no way for me to get answers to any of my questions and it doesn’t feel fair. None of this ever felt fair.

He’s so cute.


2headedsnake: Kelly Blevins ‘Ghosts’, 2011 charcoal on paper

Supportive.


espresssoself:

Islands (The xx Remix) | Young The Giant

(via iamtheconfusedman)


❝ I kept thinking, love must be here, somewhere. I looked and looked inside myself, but I couldn’t find it. I knew what love was. It was the feeling I had for my dolls, for beautiful things, for certain friends. Love was not what made you feel bad, hate yourself. It was what comforted you, freed you up inside, made you laugh
Susan Miller, Never Let Me Down (via canadianvogue)


Fuck you.


❝ They made love in the dark by feel, without seeing each other. Is there another love than that of darkness, a love that would cry aloud in daylight?
Albert Camus, The Adulterous Woman (via perfect)

(Source: frenchtwist, via iamtheconfusedman)



You’re gonna miss me when I’m goneeeeeee


❝ So the universe is not quite as you thought it was.
You’d better rearrange your beliefs, then. Because you certainly can’t rearrange the universe.
Isaac Asimov (via we-are-star-stuff)

(Source: goodreads.com, via infinity-imagined)

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