Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
8:06 pm, by hethinksaboutinfinity, ∞
decompose:commanderspock:sugarspun:lissylove:atumblrofjoy:saabmagalona:themorninglight:happythings:popcornandpretty: labeledbones: unflinchingly: lionessyawn | cowgirlblues:
oh shit I cried.
oh, my. :’C
1:02 pm, by hethinksaboutinfinity, ∞
If I found satan anywhere it would be by the tracks
Trading souls of kids like me for cheap bags of smack
5:30 pm, by hethinksaboutinfinity, ∞
Harvey and I sit in the bars... and have a drink or two, play the jukebox. And soon the faces of all the other people, they turn toward mine and they smile. They're saying, "We don't know your name, mister, but you're a very nice fellow." Harvey and I... warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We've entered as strangers. Soon we have friends.
7:16 pm, by hethinksaboutinfinity, ∞
