There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
The Tale of Despereaux (Kate DiCamillo)
Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Charles Bukowski (via sleepingliketheresnotomorrow)
everything-fuckable:

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obliviate-darling:

little—mermaid—luna:

Why should we go to Turkey by Ninquelen