Under neon loneliness, motorcycle emptiness.

So like a stupid child I believed it and golly who would ever had agreed if I had been Schubert or Mozart, devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential and with a wink he said "I doubt we would be anywhere without your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting".

i hate when light-haired girls are just sitting there complaining like “omg my legs are SO hairy!”

you-are-not-the-only-one:

when in reality they look like this:

and i’m just sitting there like:

BITCH PLEASE

(Source: skomak, via mynameismaster-bates)

(11 months ago)
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