• Franky: It gets boring, Matty. All the fucking, and the talking and all the stuff, ok?
  • Matty: That's not fair.
  • Franky: What's fair got to do with it?
Monday May 5 @ 03:54pm
When I run my hand across a page of poetry I do not want oil and onionskin, I do not want slick bullshit; I want my hand to come away with blood on it. And God damn you if you are otherwise. Charles Bukowski (via seabois) Wednesday Mar 3 @ 01:55pm
There was a man who was drowning, and a boat came, and the man on the boat said “Do you need help?” and the man said “God will save me”. Then another boat came and he tried to help him, but he said “God will save me”, then he drowned and went to Heaven. Then the man told God, “God, why didn’t you save me?” and God said “I sent you two boats, you dummy!” Christopher, from ‘The Pursuit of Happyness’. Monday Aug 8 @ 11:54am
Prime numbers are what is left if you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. (via perculiar) Tuesday Jun 6 @ 05:19pm
Please believe things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough. And I will believe the same about you. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:47pm
It’s okay to feel things and be who you are about them. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:46pm
I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things and try feel okay about them. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:45pm
And everyone smiled. Including me. But I wasn’t there anymore. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:44pm
If somebody likes me I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. And I don’t want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like, I’ll tell them. Sam - The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:43pm
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was the hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Tuesday Mar 3 @ 02:40pm
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