Cataclysmic trails down my shoulders leave road maps of how to fuck a woman

    People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
    William H. Woodwell Jr. (via fawun)

    (Source: art-any-road)

    Smoke some weed and let it be
    Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)
    I’m working on myself, for myself, by myself.
    (via whatsupd0c)


    I haven’t made it a single day sense, without something reminding me of you.