Fuck.

Fuck. 
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.

Not being able to cry when an avalanche breaks loose inside that little part of you that screams its lungs out.
I am going to drink you down.
I am going to rise.
And endlessly ravaged torn piece of paper.
I am yellowing.
But how I burn.
And there is no smoke.
Ever.
It is only me.
I burn. 

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If things were half as funny as we said they were, we’d all be assless, rolling around loudly on the floor, shitting and pissing all over ourselves.

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slaughterhouse90210: “Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel… that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.”― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

slaughterhouse90210:

“Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel… that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?
House of Leaves (via facingtheabyss)

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