The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
written by Oscar Wilde (via anorsexic)
written by Oscar Wilde (via anorsexic)
there are really only two types of people in this world. those who follow me on tumblr and those who have sex with their t-shirt on.
