January 2011
130 posts
looooolz →
My Friday night :
- dinner
- jersey shore
- bath
- face mask
- paint nails
- drink lots of tea
basically CHILL THE FUCK OUT.
“He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from his fellows...”
– Crime and Punishment (via dostoyevsky)
When a door closes by itself:
takealettermaria:
bukowski
libraries:
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via monsieurmademoiselle)
