37q:
37q:
you spin the knife and whoever it lands on has to kill you
um are you okay?
hell no
My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thatkindofwoman)
Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”
dead inside but it’s still lit
…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it. — J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
(via wnq-writers)
(via wnq-writers)
