Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
|—||Charles Bukowski (via dysthymic)|
My weekends back home in San Francisco.
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
|—||Émile Zola (via fcknsrs)|
04/10/13 - dreams
Luv Sic | Nujabes