for lack of a better word



Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.

"The one you're looking for, you're not going to find her here."

Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said,
"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."

"You're a wolf."

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via unmaiden)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via focalist)

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

grudge:

It honestly sucks when the people you can’t imagine living without can actually live without you

(via crunchier)

Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via splitterherzen)

(via cosmicvibez)

Something’s died in me. It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
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