I prepare for the noble war. I’m calm; I know the secret. I know what’s coming, and I know no one can stop me, including myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel anything. It’s a filthy world we live in. It’s a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I am helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run through the street. I am helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. The world is a filthy place; It’s a filthy goddamn horror show. 

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Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place (via larmoyante)

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You wait a lifetime to meet Someone who understands you, accepts you as you are. At the end, you find that Someone all along, has been you.
Richard Bach (via larmoyante)

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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight (via hqlines)

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You have to die a few times before you can really
live.
 Charles BukowskiThe People Look Like Flowers at Last (via feellng)

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vintagegal:

 Audrey Hepburn photographed by Mark Shaw, 1953

vintagegal:

 Audrey Hepburn photographed by Mark Shaw, 1953

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