Ross. 22. Writer/wordsmith/theatresmith. I'm not an easy person to be close to. Hopelessly in love with death incarnate. Depression, OCD, social anxiety, maybe more (tune in next week). Cats are salve to my burns. I beat the piss out of typewriter and computer keys to avoid meltdowns. I'm passionate about certain world issues but ultimately just lay down with a bottle instead of doing anything about it. I ran away from my own life and built a cheap imitation in rural Illinois. Everyone loves an enigma, so stop by and ridicule me, I guess.
"those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that."
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that."
— Charles Bukowski (via sadsapling)
(Source: hellanne)
19th May 2013
Reblogged From aphroditea
Notes: 4303
"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell."
— Edna St. Vincent Millay (via originalmaterialgirl)
"I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."
— Frédéric Chopin (via pigmenting)
(Source: decembrist)
(Source: stefansalvatored)
"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"
— Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays (via violentwavesofemotion)
"I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you."
— Shinji Moon (via fleeingsouls)
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