January 2011
OH NO GARY BUSEY!
holddownmyhands:
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love...
– Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
…I get up. There is a white hole in the wall, a mirror. It is a trap. I know I...
– Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre (via thechocolatebrigade)