- Hello world my name is not important.
My age; even more so.
Split Life Livin;
Travel For New Air.
Poetry; Lyrics;& Intoxication.
Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry. The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Condos (via splitterherzen)
Invest in the human soul. Who knows, it might be a diamond in the rough. Mary McLeod Bethune (via kushandwizdom)