Already Dead - Beck
Beck - End Of The Day
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via larmoyante)
(via dusty-muffin)
Source: larmoyante
I am the God of Tits and Wine.
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
I can only write at night.
When faced with deprivation, impossible things are drawn to fill the void.
I think I’m starting to go crazy
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I think things sometimes. These are them.
