oh you know just sobbing into my sweater cos i don’t know how i got to be so far away from my family and i don’t know how to get closer and it feels like it’s all my fault even though it’s probably not but where am i going anyway 

so you know, just sobbing instead

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dirtyhands:

0952 by ólafur arnalds

(Source: bluntcrusher)

I felt ashamed about it. The first unhappy song I wrote was ‘Possibly Maybe.’ That was very hard for me. Usually I write all the time, but that was like nothing happened for months. Then the song came out. I was ashamed writing a song that was not giving hope.
— Björk (via bjorkish)

unbazarberlinois:

Marlène Dumas - Name no Names

(Source: les-immersions)

The need for the past

is so much at the center of my life
I write this poem to record my discovery of it,
my reconciliation.
— Frank Bidart, from “California Plush” (via proustitute)

(Source: tonyinthesky)

apples:

Okay, I lied, this one is better. 

(Source: theconstantbuzz)