“I feel very low in myself. I can’t see much in the future, and I feel that any second something terrible is going to happen to me.
A Clockwork Orange (1971) dir. Stanley Kubrick
do ya ever bring your pet up to a mirror and ur like “that you”
2014 @ 06:44 / 1021244 / >>
I love Me Days / days spent hanging out w yourself it’s like therapy
2014 @ 18:17 / 4 / >>
For the first time in I think 2 yrs… I think.. I found a book that I actually love right away I’m so excited I’m finally out of this weird limbo where I keep going back to this 1 book without being able to read any new ones. Hands up guns up
2014 @ 18:09 / 1 / >>
2014 @ 01:39 / 73576 / Permalink
"I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine
and which ones I created to please you."
2014 @ 00:11 / 29603 / Permalink
Shelly Frey, (pictured) a 27-year-old mother of two has been fatally shot by an off-duty sheriff’s deputy after he suspected her of shoplifting at a Houston Walmart.
I am SO goddamned tired of this shit.
damn, they won’t let up. we can’t run and we can’t surrender. what do they expect us to do? they killed this woman over what some merchandise? you let out on some garments what twisted universe do you gotta come from when a overtime punching rent-a-cop even bothers to chase and then pull a gun? smh rip because there is nothing but war on this side of the final curtain.
I cannot.. I can’t….
2014 @ 23:46 / 12272 / Permalink
champagne for breakfast | jennifer pugh by kimberley gordon for fete champetre ss 14
"So she had to satisfy herself with the idea
of love— loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love.
She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for."
2014 @ 21:51 / 216 / Permalink
"…he tied one (string) around his index finger to remember something terribly important, and fearing he would forget the index finger, he tied a string around his pinky, and then one from waist to neck, and fearing he would forget this one, he tied a string from ear to tooth to scrotum to heel, and used his body to remember his body, but in the end could remember only the string. Is this someone to trust for a story?"
Jonathan Safran Foer, “Everything is Illuminated” (via annavaltari