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 catfka)
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"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kyouminai)
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"People run from rain but
in bathtubs full of
— Charles Bukowski (via solaluna)
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"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes then they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’re forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
— Anonymous (via kneecolesayy)