I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter and to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
by Leo Rosten (via alecshao)
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
my mother said i could be anything i wanted so i became an unemployed and antisocial recluse with an internet dependence and an intolerance for natural light
(via sleepypsychedelia)
Chateau de la Rochefoucauld Stairway II
(via muurduur)
(via funeral)
Allison Schulnik
My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
by Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point
(Source: durianquotes, via sadfag)
(Source: cocoaaaaa, via sleepypsychedelia)
Missin’ my baby.
What breaks my heart the most about this picture is the look in the cow’s eyes.
He is resigned to his fate.
He doesn’t even attempt to run away.
(via chinesefoodprostitute)
(Source: stumbledown.tumblr.com , via guiltybones)
