It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
― Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via suicide-is-my-father)
He’s devastated me but he’s also made me happier than I’ve ever been.
― Blair Waldorf (via perfect)
I think of you so often you have no idea.
― James Joyce, Ulysses  (via elative)