Flowery Intestines by BloodCurdlingCreams
Me through every activity I do
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via loveandeloquence)
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
"You’re not like other girls." Shut the fuck up. (via well-it-was-funny-to-me)
replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less