fixations

obsession meets compulsion

Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with ‘cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish- I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Is that what you call tact? You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back so let’s end this call and end this conversation-
So have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there’s ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield-

There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due.

— Franz Kafka, from Diaries

Such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.

—j.r.r.tolkien

You know me – I’m one chromosome away from requiring hospitalization.

With every breath I breathe
I’m making history
With your name on my lips
the ages fall to bits.
In flames I sleep soundly
with angels around me
I lay at your feet
you’re the breath that I breathe

With every breath I breathe

I’m making history

With your name on my lips

the ages fall to bits.

In flames I sleep soundly

with angels around me

I lay at your feet

you’re the breath that I breathe

(Source: bunnyhepburn, via bunnyhepburn)

funeralsauce:

in the tub listening to disintegration because let’s be real there was a time in my life many years ago when I wore two fake eyelashes on one eye like in clockwork orange. ask me questions and help me chill out on a sunday.

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