Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via lizard-skinn)
(Source: noghost)
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time…
(via luminosiity)
Climax | Usher
“This chapter of my life, I call, The Last Break Up.”
(Source: davustheslavus)