October 2011
76 posts
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through...”
– Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, 1951. (via tres-mysterieux)
“I don’t like walking into a room and it smelling like a ton of semen”
noyoudontunderstand:
my internet would be a good lover because it goes down on me more than 3 times a night
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...”
– Hermann Hesse (via clowrey)
Reblog this if you had a boner today
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