Steven
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Seneca (via fuckyeahseneca)

Losing my sight, losing my mind, wish somebody would tell me I’m fine.

Actually

Considering not talking to my dad any longer. Whats the fuckin point now?

considerthisaninvite:

Paint me like one of your French girls

considerthisaninvite:

Paint me like one of your French girls

chaboneobaiarroyoallende:

Dostoyevsky
So tired

of my own fagetry and my dads drinking…