TRIUMPH T100 SS BY UNTITLED
I just want/need all the motorcycles.
"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you."
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via larmoyante)
"My dear, find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you from your all. Let it cling onto your
back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly,
but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
- Falsely Yours, Charles Bukowski