Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
Matty Healy (the 1975)
my celebrity crushes always start with “who the hell is this” and always turn into “that’s his right nostril I can tell”
Something’s died in me. It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via splitterherzen)