I LIKE TOO MANY THINGS |
... and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. KEROUAC |
(via thebluths)
E. E. Cummings (via poemswap)
Because we’re connected
(via woodythecoroners)
(Source: solusrequiem)
(via intoasylum)
(Source: dannydyers-chocolatehomunculus)
(Source: evenstars, via televisionwithoutpity)
(Source: whatdoyouwantfrompaige)
The show must go on.