My life is like a lit cigarette, slowly burning out. my life is like the listless smoke drifting from its ashy end, fading before my eyes.

"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."

Ernest Hemingway  (via happyasatree)

(via mellowedmiind)

braided-funk:

I’d pick someone who smelled like incense over someone who smelled like hollister any day.