open your eyes.
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dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 
  • Me: *eats entire contents of kitchen*
  • Me: *realizes that I was not, in fact, hungry, but incredibly sad and dissatisfied with the general direction of my life*
emptycupboard:

always (by theperksofbeingbeth)
on-tenterhooks:

untitled by rocketrictic on Flickr.

“I think the most common cause of insomnia is simple; it’s loneliness.”

— Heath Ledger (via idonotneedeasy-ijustneedpossible)

“i won’t blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how i offered you what was left of me,
and i will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.”

— “Raw With Love” by Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion)

“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”

— Uma Thurman (via kristiannabuell)

“Here’s the hell of it: madness doesn’t announce itself. There isn’t time to prepare for its coming. It shows up without calling and sits in your kitchen ashing in your plant. You ask how long it plans to stay; it shrugs its shoulders, gets up, and starts digging through the fridge.”

— Marya Hornbacher - Madness: A Bipolar Life (via schizophrenopheliac)