February 2012
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...
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“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
– Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via letthecookiecrumble)
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