Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it. — Johnny Knoxville (via cultivate-solitude)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often. — Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via loveandeloquence)
I take the L and R on my headphones seriously.