Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
- Charles Bukowski (via vveeknds)
(Source: mytheatreofcruelty, via z-ennn)
"and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
crawling in and out
- Charles Bukowski, Alone With Everybody (via stxxz)
"I hate going to sleep with you on my mind and not in my bed."
- Sleep (via belluanox)
(Source: buryme-inthesky, via z-ennn)
"I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again."
- Meggie Royer (via versteur)
(Source: larmoyante, via oceanflowerbird)
I haven’t held your hand in eight months and the human skin replenishes every twenty-seven days. You’ve never touched this skin and I don’t think you ever will.
the caption killed me ^^^^^^^^
"at this time last year
i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again"
- A messy haiku - jw (via avdotiya)
(Source: spittingpebbles, via sweetlikecigars)
"I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good."
- Roald Dahl (via lexestrex)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via karla-worldd)
One day you’ll realize exactly how badly you fucked up. How you lost a girl that would do anything for you. How you didn’t just let her slip through your finger, you splashed her away as hard as you could. You’ll realize that you broke the best thing that ever happened to you.
And when you do realize all that, I hope I’m there to slap you across the face, because love isn’t just about how you benefit from keeping them around, it’s about wanting to make them happy too, you asshat.
- (via pmsing)
"And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it."
- T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via feellng)