I want things to hurt— cigarette smoke to burn my lungs, glass shards to cut my skin, pavement to rasp against my knees. I do not want beautiful; I want a goddamn tragedy.
Meggie C. Royer, from “Tragedies” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

It’s going to be one of those “I’m never fucking drinking again” kinda days…