Life is the childhood of our immortality.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(via entheognosis)
(via entheognosis)
Author: pantomathematics
Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Are you okay???
My cat stole my fuckign garlic bread
its my god given bisexual right to be dramatic
The dirt is calling my name, running with my blood. I won’t win.
“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn, not easily fixed.”
— Atonement – Ian McEwan
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