I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Pablo Neruda (via flction)
(Source: pythons, via laurnahh)
how come when someone decides to eat only fruits and vegetables people commend them for their “willpower” and “diligence” but when i decide to eat a diet composed entirely of mozzarella sticks and vodka suddenly i’m “out of control” and “putting myself in danger”
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
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