Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
― Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via atlanticism)
please don’t call me babe or baby or unless you have any intention of falling in love with me
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
