el sueño de la razón produce monstruos.

22. new haven.

Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi.
Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.

Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

“Never expect to outgrow lonliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you will ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”

—White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via thechocolatebrigade)