I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
— Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via loveandeloquence)
When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time
You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.
— (via fuckinq)