“She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.” —Californication (via mviso)
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.” —A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via matrioskaaa)
She lay her head softly onto the overgrow grass; her rigorous bike ride had her energy spent. With no distractions, her senses were heightened. Each blade of grass tickled her bare arms and legs, the musky scent of an upcoming storm threatened the air, and the sun shone down so strong that beads of sweat were accumulating on her forehead. The humidity lingered amidst the neighborhood causing everyone to move at a sluggish pace. “Do you still have dad’s gold chain”, she mustered through her brea
I think you saw me confronting my fear.
It went up with the bottle and went down with the beer.