The eyes of Marines before, during & after Afghanistan.
(Source: mama-q, via wistfulbliss)
It was happy, it was sad. There were sentences and silences mixed. They called that living. Suddenly, or maybe slowly, it all dissapeared.
— Jacques Brault (via bloodisthenewblackk)
(Source: waur, via bloodisthenewblackk)
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
— Audrey Niffenegger
(Source: reneeruinseverything)
