December 2009
sunshinecruise:
(818): he keeps his weed in a birkenstock shoe box. its like, we get it, youre from oregon.
Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth? And don’t all my stories, true or...
– Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...
– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via anditslove) (via narcolepsyweed) (via nostalgicdreams) (via pirouettelove) (via funeral)(via vitam-eternum) (via hazelweatherfield) (via ipictureyouinthesun)
mightyking:
I’ll just leave
That will solve all of my problems
Mankind is like dogs, not gods — as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you —...
– Jack Kerouac, Some of the Dharma (1997) (via fuckyeahthebeatgeneration)
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via handkerchiefsandwich) (via wutheringworlds) (via adelinamictlan) (via evilnebula) (via allveils)
goosebumpsfitsandmalaria:
(785): This is much more drunk than i was intending for a wednesday