it's like i wrote every note with my own fingers…

“Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this.”

– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via coffeestainedheart)

emotional-hoe-420:

drink me

emotional-hoe-420:

drink me

drunkwario:

Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

drunkwario:

Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

“So things go.”

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved  (via saintofsass)

exquisitelylovelyx:

I hate that this got so many notes when I don’t know who made it.

exquisitelylovelyx:

I hate that this got so many notes when I don’t know who made it.