It sucks being twenty two with nothing to do.

The object of my ejaculation

Lovesick, Sick of Love

Love is a bad word

Eddie Gomez

Good girls wear plaid.

Eddie Gomez

Neurosis aka that funny little thing you do

anxiety, sadness or depression, anger, irritability, mental confusion, low sense of self-worth, etc., behavioral symptoms such as phobic avoidance, vigilance, impulsive and compulsive acts, lethargy, etc., cognitive problems such as unpleasant or disturbing thoughts, repetition of thoughts and obsession, habitual fantasizing, negativity and cynicism, etc. Interpersonally, neurosis involves dependency, aggressiveness, perfectionism, schizoid isolation, socio-culturally inappropriate behaviors, etc

We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. We develop all those long-winded ideas which just interpret the reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about the big things, the real things. Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die. We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.

Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

colors-usa:

Daidō Moriyama

(via hour-glass-sanatorium)

cleoselene:

Fried Sweet Plantains

(via afro-dominicano)

I had a weird dream where I had to go through this maze in order to get in and out if my dream.

The world is like a ball and you push it and it rolls back and forth an now that I’ve gotten older, more matured, I’ve notice my weight more in my hand when I push the ball and now I can throw the ball in the air, play with the ball, smash it if I want, but I refrain.

They stare into each others eyes, his held by hers in spite of himself, hers glowingly possessive. Their physical attraction becomes a palpable force quivering in the hot air

Eugene O’Neill- Desire under the elms.

Ay-eh! By god A’might she’s purty, an ’ I don’t give a damn how many sins she’s sinned afore mine or who she’s sinned em with, my sin’s as purty as any one of ‘em!

Eugene O’Neil  

Each day is a cage in which he finds himself trapped but inwardly unsubdued

Eugene O’Neil- Desire under the elms