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I love you enough to rid myself of anything that might trouble you. I will become another person.

by Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923 (via viage)

(Source: kafkaesque-world, via viage)

And if it’s not making you happy, quit. Quit hard, and quit often. Eventually you’ll end up somewhere that you never want to leave.

by Bobcat motherfucking Goldthwait (via madame-castaways)

(Source: icarntspell, via drinkinsmokinandjokin)

7053:

Matthew Gray Gubler’s reasons to stay alive

I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

by Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

(Source: literaturesluts, via flower-nymph)

I suppose like others
I have come through fire and sword,
love gone wrong,
head-on crashes, drunk at sea,
and I have listened to the simple sound of water running
in tubs
and wished to drown

by Charles Bukowski, it is not much

(Source: moleculess, via thisisthehorrorshow)