“The worst kind of non-smoker is the one when you’re smoking and they just walk up to you [mocks a person faking a cough] I always say ‘shit, you’re lucky you don’t smoke. That’s a hell of a cough you got there. I smoke all day and don’t cough like that. Maybe you were conceived with a weak sperm or somethin’. Maybe your dad was jackin’ off and your mom sat on it at the last second.’ Did I overreact? I don’t think I did. I think that’s kind of cruel, I’m smoking and you come up coughing at me, Jesus. Do you go up to crippled people and start dancing too, you fuck? [starts dancing] Hey Mr. Wheelchair, what’s your problem? C’mon iron-side, race ya. Fuckin’ sadists. I mean the nerve!”—BILL HICKS. (via redlipstick-lover)
You always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn’t hurt at all. You always take the sweetest rose and crush it till the petals fall. You always break the kindest heart with a hasty word you can’t recall. So if I broke your heart last night It’s because I love you most of all.
“People with kind hearts make me feel dirty. Like I need to give my personality a bath or something. Rub it clean of my neuroses and judgments. But that’s a good thing. When someone inspires you to take a long hard look at yourself and question all of your bad habits, they’re someone worth keeping around. It’s all about finding that person who’s able to hold up a mirror to your life and cause you to reevaluate the noise. It’s all about wanting to be a better man.”—Ryan O’Connell, I Want To Know You
soon. like within the next two weeks soon… not sure how I feel about this, but I really just can’t handle this city right now. I need to get my shit together, focus on getting myself better, and there are far too many things distracting me out here to allow me to put my whole heart into it. I’ll be back though, everyone always comes back to New York :)
“You were going to travel for love, without shoes, or cloak, or common sense. This is one of the things a woman can do when her lover leaves her. It’s hard on the feet perhaps, but staying at home is hard on the heart, and you weren’t quite ready to give up on him yet.”—Kelly Link, Stranger Things Happen (via serialstranger)
I’ve been on the verge of crying all fucking night, like seriously Bonnie? Get your shit together bitch, either cry and let it out, or don’t cry and go to bed. Enough of this pussy shit, tearing up every 5 minutes and then nothing. Driving myself insane, talking to myself in the third person, sleep deprivation at it’s finest. Kill me now.