Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.– Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)
I just want to give up. One of these days, I will surely act on these feelings. It sickens me that I have no chance of receiving treatment. I know I will die… someday, by my own hands if this continues.
I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like...– Jeanette Winterson (via kittyketamine)