The days go on and on… they don’t end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.
I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening...– Benedict Smith, “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via phdandy)
The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic. - Oscar Wilde
repeat after me: we must live pure-hearted. armed with a mind. strengthened by...– (via ihaveseenanotherworld)
I’m sick and tired of always being sick and tired.