“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
(Source: philosophybits, via sickbraat)
who among us has not wanted to stride down a big hallway in a fancy period gown yelling “fuck fuck fuck”
(via the-underground-failroad)
forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible
(via adam-is-exiled)
