❝I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone❞

—Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing   (via moonsulk)

peachxpit:

accept death. befriend death. take death out for dinner. marry death. marry a death who reads

silohouettes:

I hate when a person says they’ve had a bad day and everyone, instead of trying to cheer them up, enters a competition of who’s had the shittest life