May 2011
“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
(via pores)
heey, are you gonna come to school tomorrow? xxx
yeahh i amm. sorry i lost my voice, then got it back again but it hurt when i spoke. sorry. :) xxx
My family need to learn to not fuck with me in the mornings.
It doesn’t end well for them.
People who get my weird humor.
