(Source: pusheen)
(via its-the-opheliac-in-me)
(via dreamsasunder)
there’s a club, if you’d like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die
The passing of time and all of its sickening crimes is making me sad again.
—Rubber Ring - The Smiths (via thehomeofhumour)
Bob Dylan, London, 1965. Photo by Tony Frank.
(Source: imonlysighing, via catchingthebutterflies)
(Source: tori-fiona-regina)
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