I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.

— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via the-r-world)

(Source: fakinq-glory, via deadvibe)

The elephant in the room
is choking sentences that
creep their way up our throats.
One could cut through the
tension in the air with a
butter knife if the tension
weren’t so unbelievably thick.

One of us has to make
the first move by braving
the circumstances and
saying something.

Say something, I’m
not ready to do so.

Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

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