Once upon a midnight dreary,

notahoe:

hating yourself drains all of your energy it’s literally exhausting 

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then.

—Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness   (via patehtic)

(Source: theunquotables, via bookoffragilebones)

I am trying to figure out two very simple things. How to live, and how to die. Period. That’s all I’m trying to do, all day long.

—Maira Kalman, The Illustrated Woman (via c-ovet)

(Source: depressionparty, via psychoism)