Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
— Charles Bukowski (via cameronlee)
(Source : theradiodaze)
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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
— Oscar Wilde (via vvolare)
