She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon And Sixpence
Yeah, replace that with a glass of whiskey.(via thatkindofwoman)
When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.
— Unknown (via felicefawn)
I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying.
— Sierra DeMulder, from “Cycle of Abuse” (via fleurishes)