As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as...– CHARLIE KAUFMAN, SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK (via nickelcobalt)
no sleep—never. never sleeping.
fuckyeahprettygirls: here is the deepest secret nobody knows here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart
i would like to go home now. nownownownow.
more fabrication now than reality, my memories of you are finite. they are fleeting.
He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.– Francis Bacon (via youngfolksociety)