I could write ‘I’m sorry’ a thousand times into my skin but it would not mean anything to you. I’m not going to, don’t worry. But I mean that I don’t know why I’m writing this now. I know it’s pointless. Pointless for you. But it helps me. I am sorry. I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for depending on you to be strong enough to stay...
Lost Generation - A pessimistic poem that when read backwards, becomes...– Jonathan Reed
You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. And you say that even...– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind,...
Keith: Wake up, Natalie. Don't you see what happened here? You had a beautiful life, and I had shit. I hated your guts. I wanted to take you down, I wanted to make you as miserable as I am, and that is exactly what I did. Now, how's that for a goodbye?
Natalie: Pretty lame.
Keith: Face it, Anderson, I screwed you. I screwed you big time.
Natalie: So you screwed me. So what? Me? I made love to you.
“But I just want to stop feeling.” “As far as I can tell, there’s only one way...– The Light From Frozen Graves, I wrote this for you (via abimopector)
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it....– Charles Bukowski (via paramaters)
I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we’re wrong for each other, wondering...– ER (via abimopector)