December 2009
83 posts
“I love to sleep. Do you? Isn’t it great? It really is the best of both worlds....”
– Rita Rudner (via awkwardbutterfly) (via catastrofuck) (via decompose) (via neonloneliness) (via wutheringworlds) (via herekitty) (via softwhisper) (via pretty-bird)
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness) (via shynessisnice) (via cicconeyouthh) (via night-tyton) (via teatime-with-nikki)
I'm scared you're going to decide you don't really...
breathsoftruth:
sugarspun:
dreamland33:chloejane:casimirpulaskiday:mouthfullofgommy:aseriesofserendipities:
milktrees:seemsabitparanoid:flowersforhamlet:
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. - Sylvia Plath
suicideunderground:
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“Forty-three percent of the Prozac patients complained of two or more side...”
– Nausea, somnolence, anxiety, bizarre dreams: Check, check, check, and check.
suicideunderground:
nostalgicdreams:likeneelyohara:
What lingered after them was not life,
but the most trivial list of mundane facts.
a clock ticking on the wall
a room dim at noon
the outrageousness of a human being
thinking only of herself.
We began the impossible process
of trying to forget them.
