Where were you when I was still kind?

Tam. 21. Lazybum. Cigarettes. Butter

Laughing myself to sleep
Waking up lonely
I need someone to hold me

wank-r:

if you’ve ever had a crush on me god bless your poor, misguided heart.

(Source: biznasties)

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.

Frederick E. Perl (via creativedreadhead)

(via dailystendhalnitesaudade)

Prem means love, and that is the only real richness; all other kinds of richness are deceptive. They are ways to cover our emptiness, our poverty. One can surround oneself with great riches and yet one can remain a beggar. Unless the heart blooms there is no real richness. Only when one starts loving, knows how to love, does one become rich. The art of being rich is the art of loving. Millions of people live poor lives because they have completely forgotten how to love. It is very strange, because everybody is born with infinite energy to love. We have an inexhaustible source of love but we don’t know how to give it. Instead of giving it we go on asking for it. But those who ask will never get and those who are ready to give all will get a thousandfold.

—Osho (via illuminatedbeing)

Creep.

Dropped by CVS to pick up some cigarettes earlier. I was thinking of getting a beer or two but decided against it, thinking I’d go and hang out for a bit.
Yeah right.
Sitting outside with no beer.

How unfortunate.

It’s been so long sweet baby

  • my friends: i love it when my boyfriend tells me he loves me
  • me: i love it when my microwave tells me my food is ready