Keep your voice down or you'll wake the neighbours

Branches scraping the boarded windows sound like something trying to claw its way inside, and the wind howls like the voice of that animal, a low, wounded moan.

It’s been twenty years.

I was worried I’d live forever.


written by From “Galveston” by Nic Pizzolatto (via youpretentiousyou)

(via gangbang-with-my-depression)

My conscience, my hopes, my pity disappeared a long time ago, if they ever did exist.
written by American Psycho

It’s painfully ironic sometimes how the tables can turn on you. There’s some almost comedic feeling to be had from it.

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We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
written by Unknown  (via psych-facts)
I am a twisted person. The only way I can know my capacity for love is from my capacity for anguish. Before suffering, I don’t know.
written by Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via gore-pop)

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I stayed in bed for over an hour
looked at things on my phone
I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular
I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar
I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs
I took drugs before the person had time to respond

I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without
defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal
I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife
I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die
I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone
controlling my head without touching my head

what is the difference between being an independent person
and being a person who is accepting of loneliness


written by “Today My Alarm Went Off at 12:30 p.m.,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)

(via absinthedream)

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sorry i only date pokemon masters

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