no wonder i speak like a sailor.
(via did-you-kno)
no wonder i speak like a sailor.
(via did-you-kno)
— Jeanette Winterson, The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via bookmania)
(Source: ladiesdrinkvodka, via clu5terfuck)
Sometimes i feel as though no one really needs me at all.
What do i really have that makes me better than the rest.
My past is darkness, i lay in it at times.
Masochist is what i am.
Reminding myself of my terrors.
My shades of black.
It lingers.
(Source: cliffedgeoftheworld)
(via rampantintellectual)
(Source: kristendeleeuw)
your face.
(Source: kaylanimchuk)
(Source: sophielambeleven)
i want these legssssssss
(Source: killingheels)
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via bookmania)