“Damaged people fuck, laugh and drink harder.”

They are also a lot more fun
(via 20-octom-brie)

“Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.”

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary  (via knightleyswrites)

facelesssnaps:

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“i’d prayed to god for a girl like her;
quiet violence–
with eyes like storms, she breathed in
hurricanes. 
girls made of midnight;
windy smiles–
who painted themselves with gold, a shield for
protection.
she’s the darkness, the end of all things;
painful death–
tasting of wicked delights, tears, sin, and
cigarettes.
compare her to a rainy day;
looming clouds–
her cries are sullen and broken
screams.
‘you will never know me.’”

x.e.b. (via gryffndorwrites)

thelastillwriteofyou:

literally me talking to my friends in public

“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via aaphrodisia)