But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (via secondlifesyndrome)
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s...– Haruki Murkami, “Airplane” Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (via galapagosgal)
I am very upset with myself for not taking...
Smoked a fat ass joint today that was pretty much a masterpiece and I was too lazy to take a picture, I regret it now because I realize how impersonal my blog is. I’ll try harder, I swear.