I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake
— Ernest Hemingway (via mahalkitax3)
Meu quarto. A melhor coisa que havia ali era a cama. Gostava de ficar deitado por horas, mesmo durante o dia, com as cobertas puxadas até o queixo. Era bom ficar ali, nada acontecia por ali, nenhuma pessoa, nada.
— Bukowski, Misto Quente (via re-can-to)
Let me take you down, ‘cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.
— The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever (via vanished)
And as for romance? Well, I want that too.
I want to fall asleep next to you, 100 times a night,
so I can know you 100 times better before we hit the day light. And despite all of this,
I also want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newness
that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. I want the sky to fracture under
the impossible weight of an apology because I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I want so much.
— Shane Koyczan (via larmoyante)
