"It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it."
- Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via 50-5lbs)
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via li4rs)
"It’s 11 am and I’m sitting in a restaurant
3 beers in. Believe me, even I’m surprised
I’m still alive sometimes.
I have been drinking about you for 2 days.
Lately you remind me of a wild thing
chewing through its foot. But you
are already free and I don’t know what to do
except trace the rough line of your jaw
and try not to place blame.
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love
with someone who is in love someone else.
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry."
- Clementine von Radics (via thehiddenabyss)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via nirvasana)
