Hush Little Baby.

Hush Little Baby.

ray/s of fucking sunshine.

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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

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HALLOWEENNN <3

HALLOWEENNN <3

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You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

— Sylvia Plath

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really annoyed with my drunk side atm

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