Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead
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John. 21. Illinois. There's not much to say, I'd rather you find out for yourself.
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Friendly reminder that a year ago, I thought I was Edward Norton in American History X
Life is not a race
We all cross the finish line
But nobody wins
HEY
I miss writing. So. I’m making a writing blog.
It’ll probably be mostly haikus, starting with old ones.
I’m just now setting it up, so don’t expect much for a little while.
If you’re at all interested, click here.
Brand New | Seventy Times 7
And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
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Say Anything - My Bare Hands
"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
Charles Bukowski (via sadfag)
(Source: clairvoyant---disease, via crudematter)
