18. EAST VAN.
The broken down earth is my home and society is only the disease. Say perhaps to drugs... and love... and burritos.
Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery (via psych-facts)
How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via suchvodka)
(Source: anneedelafrance, via wildcrafts)
I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.