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I CANNOT HANDLE THE GREATNESS THAT IS THIS FILM. 


nevver:

The Dead and the Dying

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It was best to get the sun on my neck and then dream and doze and try not to think of rent and food and America and responsibility. Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive an ice cream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man’s guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don’t. Any day that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me. I drank wine and slept in the parks and starved. Suicide was my biggest weapon. The thought of it gave me some peace; the thought that the cage was not entirely closed actually gave me some small strength to linger within the cage.
Charles Bukowski, “A Rambling Essay on the Poetics and the Bleeding Life Written While Drinking a Six-Pack (Tall)”, Portions from A Wine Stained Notebook (via racykacie)

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56 plays You & I Local Natives Hummingbird

ambientinthebackground:

The closer I get, the further I have to go
To places we don’t know

In all this light
All I feel is dark
Had the sun without its warmth
I’m freezing

 

Currently on repeat.