Tag Archives: poetic
in-reveries: from Kill Your Darlings
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often. Charles Bukowski (via exoticwild)
rapguysgirlfriends: Thank you
drop-that-dirty-bass: .:StayTheNight:.
Do not let another day go by where your dedication to other people’s opinions is greater than your dedication to your own emotions! ― Steve Maraboli