I prefer to wake up to the sun, any other time, I'll just have to be dragged out of bed.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often. Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via observando)
I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is. John Green, Paper Towns (via observando)
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