"I’m going home today. To see my dog. My family too but mostly my dog. Want to see a picture of my dog?"
— Me, all day. (via putonyourbathingsuits)
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover."
— Charles Bukowski (via river-nymphette)
(Source: feellng, via harlot-of-babylon)
"I liked the idea of living in a city - any city, especially a strange one - liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evening; and nobody knowing who I was."
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via girlinlondon)
(Source: camilla-macauley, via a-thousand-words)