Dear Diary, it is very late at night and I do not care to check in or to alert someone of where I am or even if I am safe. I don’t care to think about it. I don’t want to know any more about myself, from anyone … too many lies have entered me, like bullets that made wounds … slow bleeding. It would be years later that I would notice; Begin to feel the weakness. Fall into the world of drugs. The world of sex for show and power. For strength I thought I wanted, I went to the wrong people. ~ Laura Palmer
One of my all time favourites.
this looks like an album cover omg
Straight Outta Harlem.
The buttoned-down Arthur Miller, with Marilyn Monroe.
There’s something so real about holding hands; some kind of complex simplicity, saying so much by doing so little. I love it.