imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia... you spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. you just use the future to escape the present.
i left my lonely familiar home to be lonely some place strange. that's my plan for the rest of my days. i don't sleep much these days. i don't have nightmares either; but being alone with my thoughts is close enough.
"intoxicated with madness, i'm in love with my sadness."
"everybody ends up kissing the wrong person goodnight."
"we all begin as strangers"
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
Charles Bukowski(Source: beautemillesimee)
i want to sit in my room an watch so stupid movie like (500) days and play intense classical music and cry if i want to.
white appliquéd flowery shift dress,
new copy of Gatsby, since mine has fallen apart,
a retro tape necklace from cultured vulture,
a good proper job for most days of the week over summer in leeds so i can live in my new house and not have to go home.
it’s not THHHHAT much to ask for.
oh and i want thomas back. now. please :)