Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
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| — | Charles Bukowski (via sullenheart) |
He’ll pinch a cigarette between his fingers. He’ll take a drag, blow that drag between his lips. He’ll look at the girl with eyes the colour of the sky before it turns black and he will see heaven, and the pictures of all those other girls floating inside his head will blow away like the clouds of the cigarette and he’ll see only the girl inside himself and the world will stop.
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Maureen Medved (via misswallflower)
Pipe dream. |
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and…
Don’t tell me what to feel. All my fucking life people have been telling me I do things wrong, I’m always the fucking asshole, and I look around and I see everyone else is infinitely more fucked-up than I am.
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| — | Hank Moody, Californication (via iloveyourglasses) |
