masz cierpieć

[plaztic]

[timorousity]

Fuck em

[timorousity]

It really sucks to say it

But I’m not good for shit

I’m good for smoking cigarettes

And also talking about my ex

I wish I could go back in time

So I could ask my past self why

I never had a dream or aspiration

Everyone is out of patience

[thespilledquotes]

We tend to associate intimacy with closeness and closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.

— John Berger, Some Notes on Song

[euesworld]

"I miss you even though you are in the other room, I could kiss you but you are nowhere near.. if it wasn't for fear, I think everything would be clear. Come here, come here.."

I want you here now - eUë

[recaption]

[especially]

[athizria]

[timorousity]

I just don’t fucking believe you

[timorousity]

[timorousity]

The only thing I hated about you was how you hated me

[timorousity]

It’s your fault

You’re always too late ya know

[florescentlcvesickness]

[lifeinpoetry]

when they ask me what I know of joy                      and ruin        I will not name a city               but a girl.

— Gwen Benaway, from day/break

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[qvotext]

(source: qvotext on instagram)

[danger]