Misfit in any space. And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar system.
My name is Jenny

A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.

— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America  (via nofatnowhip)

(Source:, via nofatnowhip)

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Charles Bukowski (via theimperfectideal)

(Source: observando, via taylor-el)