jewishsanta:

when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper

blumbitch:

When you’re with two other friends and they’re talking to each other and you’re just there like

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poetic:

was that my hair or is there a spider crawling on me

"I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it."


Charles Bukowski  (via enjoui)

(Source: hellanne)