pop culture dyslexia

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.
Henri Barbusse (via doublehelixnucleotide)

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.
Henri Barbusse, Hell (translated by Edward J. O’Brien)

(Source: awritersruminations)

I want this to be my room in L.A.  or somewhere other than NYC.  VHS tapes not included. 

"you’re a virgin who can’t drive"


I totally have Mariah’s hair right now

nothin but lipz
sleepy themes