The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
Charles Bukowski (via poetrea)

(Source: 13neighbors)

There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am.

 Unknown  (via vehxt)

(Source: psych-facts)

She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold.

D7  (via mcqueencat)

(Source: larkspuraster)

As humans, we ruin everything we touch, including each other.
(via mermaidsongs)

*including ourselves

(via stability)

(Source: del-dystopia)

…and I was never quite the same after you left.
10 word story" series - #33 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath (via skeletales)

(Source: seelifethroughpinkglasses)

We were. And then we weren’t
(via loveless-people)

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Vladimir Nabokov   (via noxastra)

(Source: gratefulirritation)