make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.
Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via commovente)
Always spot on, Camus.
What am I even doing slash what am I even about to do. Chicago, California, Chicago, crying in my bed 4ever.
(via commovente)
self-reminder: you can get through today.
(Source: neilpage, via fuckyeahnewhampshire)
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Homer, The Iliad (via sadfag)
(Source: ciinemas, via bythereins)
They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there - and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.
Jack Kerouac (On the Road: The Original Scroll)
(Source: ascenseurstory, via ascenseurstory)
6 days ago - 
10
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The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - Ultimate Steve
“Our senses wear out so strike us with lightning. Let it tear us apart and shake our being. ‘Cause everything I see and all that I touch isn’t worth believing. Eventually, the world’s gonna end. We should stop our grieving. Let it destroy me. Let it end all suffering. The world will destroy me. Our voices will flood rivers and valleys. The world will destroy me. I am the mountains crumbling.”
(via theworldisa)
1 week ago - 634
634 my baby bird, my jude, my best friend -
i am going to miss the living hell out of you, but hey -
listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go.
you are just a potted plant that’s seemingly out growing its pot, a bird who’s no longer fit for it’s measely cage, and the most beautiful young woman who needs more than these small towns. camden will be so good to you and bologna.
i promise to write you, even if it’s a few words. i know you’ll know exactly what i mean. i love love love you and i know i’ll be sandwiched between you two beauties once we’ve all grown into the the humans we were meant to be.
xox.
1 week ago - 3
3
death to me.
1 week ago - 4
4arcade games, play dough anatomy lessions, mopping puddles, play fights, and grandma’s panties.
1 week ago - 1
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