Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Charles Bukowski (via unextinguished)
I was wearing my Gryffindor shirt while Christmas shopping and there was this cute guy in a Slytherin hat and we made eye contact and he looked me up and down and said “10 points to Gryffindor” and winked at me and normally I hate being hit on but damn boy that’s the way to do it
Feeling numb and empty is one of the best and worst feelings. I don’t know what I like more, having all the pain crashing in just to know that I can feel something, or not feeling anything at all so I can actually breathe without the agony
When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.
(My love is true)
Desperately wanting rn
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Lake Tahoe, CA ↬ David Rose
The view from the deck of my relative’s lake house last summer, where I spent several early mornings drinking coffee, writing songs about a recent breakup, and waiting for the world to wake up. One of the most peaceful experiences I’ve ever had, and I long to go back.
This is my home. I miss it.