Every night, my ears prick at the sound of her peeling back the tab from a can of beer. Despite it being a nightly routine, I catch my heart sinking when I hear that hiss of gas escaping. Maybe I’m just conditioned to feel this way. Maybe it doesn’t really mean anything at all.
7:30 pm • 12 December 2013 • 1 note
'Maybe it’s impossible for a man like you to understand. But having a respect for my life, a desire for freedom, and an unyielding love for that belief means I can see past any doubts I may have. Putting my life on the line is not just the only thing I can do, Dom. It’s the right thing.'
12:27 am • 12 December 2013 • 1,476 notes
“There are many elements in Sinatra’s singing that mark him from the crowd, make his imitators, of whom there have been many, appear weak and tepid alongside him. It is worth noting that his style, like Louis Armstrong’s on trumpet and Erroll Garner’s on piano, is sufficiently vital in concept and structure to allow many of these imitators to carve out successful careers merely by trying to sing like him. Frank Sinatra is the great singing influence today. Scratch any singer and you find a Sinatra fan.”
12:25 am • 12 December 2013 • 568 notes
"Then, when I was a young actor, I saw other actors die of drugs. I watched what happened to River Phoenix, who was such an influence on me as a young actor. It is such a horrifying thought to know that those guys aren’t around any more. Every person has demons. We all have horrible fears and insecurities that we need to overcome." - Leonardo DiCaprio on River Phoenix
10:30 pm • 11 December 2013 • 37 notes
“I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible.”
— J.D Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via bloodorchard)
(Source: tulipfalls, via bloodorchard)
9:09 pm • 11 December 2013 • 12,874 notes
The more I think about it, the more it seems like I’m better being alone. My lifestyle and mentality makes it very difficult for me to accommodate that of another person’s. How do you tell someone that you don’t want to leave the house for a week because you ‘don’t feel like it’? Or that you can’t have a decent meal with them because it makes you feel so much guilt and self-loathing at night that no amount of love from them can eradicate. I feel like I’m stuck in limbo, but frankly I don’t want to make the necessary changes to get out of it.
9:07 pm • 11 December 2013
Maybe, just maybe, I go for all the shit guys because I know that I’ll never have to stay for them.
9:03 pm • 11 December 2013