stfukarla:

♡ i follow everyone back ♡
Frédéric François Chopin - Nocturne No. 20, Op. Posth. in C-sharp minor
“we need so much.
if we only knew
what it
was.
it is
probably
everything
and we will all
probably die
trying to get
it
or die
because we
don’t get
it.
I hope
you will understand
when I am dead
I got
as much
as
possible.”
— Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 (via hellanne)
hellanne:

by Sara Robin
hellanne:

by Sarita Lolita
“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”
n.t. (via astrasperas)
bambuli:

☆ gypsy/indie here ☆
“I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.”
— Morrissey (via a-short-history-of-decay)
“Because hangovers hurt less than heartache.”
Six Word Story by P.P. (via malificium)
“It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.”
— It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via malificium)
agentemagenta:

mojados los tejados

Claude Monet
Roses (Les Roses) (1925–26)