"Think of me every now and then, my old friend.”
Absence, the highest form of presence.
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via larmoyante)
i love jawlines please boys let me kiss your jawlines
I suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re a angry serial killer
That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.
William S. Burroughs, Last Words: The Final Journals of William S. Burroughs (via poetrist)