|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon|
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers
6.XII.2013, the smoke tumbles out of my lungs in gray coils of self-hatred. i cannot stop. i don’t know how to.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via lightandbones)|
thank you for the concern, but the thing is, life’s always been a big jumble of happy/sad. only lately everything’s been happening in a more rapid succession than ever and that made me dizzy and confused and in need of a long winter’s sleep.
you’re nice though. <3