Keep pushing. Go ahead.
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...– Charles Bukowski (via holokaustlbc)
computationalchristoph: It’s one of those nights where I want to cry myself to sleep. I can’t cry anymore though.
Little things that make me smile.
computationalchristoph: That is all.
When did I become the kind of girl who is impressed by nice cars? Last night.
Sometimes I just stop and think about the way I think.
Once and for all. Once and for all.
Dressing up in the middle of the week to go to the theater, nothing weird about that.