September 2012
1 post
August 2012
3 posts
“I can
almost understand
why
people
leap
from
bridges.”
– the difficulty of breathing, charles bukowski (via lawyeredison)
“People diminish me.”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
July 2012
1 post
May 2012
1 post
April 2012
7 posts
1 tag
March 2012
3 posts
February 2012
21 posts
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It...”
– Neil Gaiman (via writeinspace)
“she is no longer
the beautiful woman
she was. she sends
photos of herself...”
– Charles Bukowski (via lessonsingeography
)
channing tatum: i'm your husband, you were in a car accident
me: ok
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania
)
cafeofthedamned:
what i like the most about you is that i finally have someone to talk to.
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you...”
– Charles Bukowski (via serialstranger)
5 tags
What's Left
I’ve never been burned at the stake, except in dreams. Nightmares where the approaching flame - the burning - was welcomed and well deserved. The flames never invaded past the veil of my subconscious. Their caress never came to lick at my imperfections, cleansing my body of the dry, rotted parts. Lies acting a kindling for the parts ravished and riddled by pain - hollow with the dreadful...
5 tags
Preview of "What's Left"
I never spoke of death. I have yet to be graced with it. I am condemned to keep living.
January 2012
17 posts
“even to your old age I am he,
and to gray hairs I will carry you.
I have...”
– (via thirdwitchofoz
)
GABBY GABBY POETRY: I can marry you. →
gabbygabbypoetry:
I am 19 and you are 23.
We fit together like broken
glass and jawlines.
When I am naked and you are clothed
your eyes are scared and hungry.
You said I made you believe in God
and holidays.
Tenderly rubbing over my thighs and my back,
you tell me that you don’t know what…
“Yes, I hate to get out of bed in the mornings. That meant starting life again...”
– (via Charles Bukowski)
Mr. Bukowski understands
Escape
winged-wicked-things:
the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days.
and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.
4 tags
Living Your Tragedy (edit to "Writing Your...
A fallen leaf
crackling under their
careless steps,
trapped on a
well tread path
now empty.
Under a canopy of rays
creating streaks of
stabbing dreams,
you run to escape
the thrashing
that recurs
when they grow into
full on blasts of light,
twisting and
choking like tangled ivy
around every feeble
crack and crevice.
In the safety of the forest
you live for a night from
...
“La tristesse durera toujours.
(The sadness will last forever.)”
– Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). (via fyeahlastwords
)
4 tags
Searching for the Grail
The path of a musician is never easy. Writers have it even worse. I woke up one morning and realized that I was neither and nothing. I started college knowing so much, yet the more I learn the less I know. Education’s purpose seems to be to make you aware of how much there is that you really do not know. I started school with such confidence. I am ending school lost and unsure of what I will be....
“You should date an illiterate girl.
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in...”
– - Charles Warnke (via jarrodis
)
