corsicans:

discontent (par talaska)
bonjourtyty:

(by Logan Scarborough לוגן סקארבורו)

a mound of food, two thermoses of coffee, my film final, tired eyes and body, too much thinking right now and i can’t stop it and i am going to be up all night working. my bed is filthy and unmade and i’m too tired to fix anything right now and i just want to stop moving and thinking and doing things but i’m scared what will happen if i do. i need someone i just don’t know who. if this is living i want out.

corsicans:

(par Fifikoussout)
"Friendship is less simple. It is long and hard to obtain but when one has it there’s no getting rid of it; one simply has to cope with it. Don’t think for a minute that your friends will telephone you every evening, as they ought to, in order to find out if this doesn’t happen to be the evening when you are deciding to commit suicide, or simply whether you don’t need company, whether you are not in the mood to go out. No, don’t worry, they’ll ring up the evening you are not alone, when life is beautiful. As for suicide, they would be more likely to push you to it, by virtue of what you owe to yourself, according to them. May heaven protect us, cher Monsieur, from being set upon a pedestal by our friends!"

— Albert Camus, The Fall (via nuaira)

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The Front Bottoms / Flashlight

(Source: daggermouth-party, via perishwithemptiness)

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bonjourtyty:

youth in trouble (by yougo jeberg)
nevver:

Nothing.
corsicans:

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over-ture:

// (by ashleyrosentreter)

running a romantic bath for my tripod.