"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."
Charles Bukowski (via ze-random-ramlingz)
"Staying quiet doesn’t mean I’ve nothing to say. It means I don’t think you’re ready to hear my thoughts."
Unknown (via classifiedclover)
that random moment when you suddenly remember someone who is no longer in your life and it feels like a knife through the chest