There’s a big difference, I discovered, between wanting to die and not wanting to live. When you want to die, you at least have a goal. When you don’t want to live, you’re just empty.
— Marilyn Manson (via homosensuous)
(via disregardwomen)
But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
— Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (via erraticintrovert)
(via ziggymythos)
Metropol Parasol - Seville, Spain
“We’re all mad here”
The mad hatter












