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Apr 20

“Nobody can save you but
Yourself
And you’re worth saving.
It’s a war not easily won
But if anything is worth winning then
This is it.” Charles Bukowski, Nobody But You (via showslow)

(via mydemisee)

Apr 17

a bukowski a day: 25032012 / a plausible finish

abukowskiaday:

there ought to be a place to go
when you can’t sleep
or you’re tired of getting drunk
and the grass doesn’t work anymore,
and I don’t mean go on
to hash or cocaine,
I mean a place to go besides
a death that’s waiting
and a love that doesn’t work
anymore.

there ought to be a place to go
when you…

Apr 15

“People empty me. I have to get away to refill.” Charles Bukowski (via youngfolksociety)

(via wonkywheel)

Apr 13

endless-drone:

Charles Bukowski

(via chautheknives)

Apr 10

“Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.” Charles Bukowski (via theradiodaze)

(via henrycharlesbukowski)

Apr 9

“You’ve got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sideways
for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you’ve got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you’ve got to starve like a winter alleycat, you’ve got to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, and then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.” Charles Bukowski, Bone Palace Ballet (via theradiodaze)

(via henrycharlesbukowski)

Apr 5

“Too often, the only escape is sleep.” Charles Bukowski (via unmedicated)

(via ihateallthepeople)

Mar 27

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.” Charles Bukowski (via haemus)

(via vicqueen)

Mar 25

“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” Charles Bukowski (via nasturtiummm)

(via iknewggwhenhewasawimp)

Mar 16

(via henrycharlesbukowski)

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