The Infamous Middle Finger who fucking cares

"By now I was so cold
it felt like burning."

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via depresant)

"I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it."

J.D. Salinger (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: orsomethinglikethatreally, via teenagurs)