those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.
by Charles Bukowski (via hanging-teeth)
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.
by Charles Bukowski (via hanging-teeth)
(Source: hellanne, via hanging-teeth)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
by Edgar Allan Poe (via veg-pits)
by Edgar Allan Poe (via veg-pits)
(Source: 13neighbors, via mylonerlove)
