*on my deathbed*
nurse: do you have any last words
me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless…………….
*the light goes out of my eyes*
*a small piece of paper falls out of my hand*
*the paper says one word only*
“sike”
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via dangerchange)(Source: dangerchance)
You’re claiming to be something different, so wanting to believe that you’re better than the rest to make up for your self-esteem you talk to hear your own voice and you’ve left me no choice but to choose. I miss the person that you were
Rise Against (Six Ways ‘Till Sunday)
but I don’t miss you.(Source: waterispoison)
Simply because you can breathe, doesn’t mean you’re alive, or that you really live
Rise Against (via an0mn0mnym0us)
