Life is one long process of getting tired.
do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
It was one of those glorious days in March when the air was so fresh that you worshipped every whiff of it; that each breath of the intoxicating stuff created such new universes in your lungs and brain you were certain you were about to explode with sheer joy; one of those blustery days of scudding clouds and piddling showers and gum boots and wind-blown brollies that made you know you were truly alive.
- Speaking From Among the Bones: A Flavia de Luce Novel by Alan Bradley (via caitlynamanda)
God should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men.