— Charles Bukowski (via ze-random-ramlingz)
Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I used to build dreams about you.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via anjes)
Receiving Line - Title Fight
I’m sorry for your loss, you probably get that a lot. We didn’t have to talk, you probably get that…
To think I felt fine. Take that as a sign. Today I’m a stranger, in the receiving line.