Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.
- Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo (via over-senpai)

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skawngur:

ph by 라고은

Leave it ‘til the guilt consume
Fucking in the nearest room
All our friends were unaware
Most had just passed out downstairs

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I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.
- Charles Bukowski, South of No North.  (via crystawl)

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