She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.– Neil Gaiman (via ayeinnoc)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.– Hunter S. Thompson (via nephridia)
In the ghetto, during the months of June and July...
dannylocs: abigailiagiba: adreeezy: real shit. Lol if you live in the ghetto long enough you can tell the difference