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“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and 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 quotes-shape-us)
“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.”
Charles Bukowski (via introspectivepoet)

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“Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.”
— Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.
If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.
If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.
If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.


Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.
Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself
and it will keep on doing it until you die 
or it dies in you.
There is no other way.


And there never was.
Charles Bukowski
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lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper

If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.



Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die 

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.



And there never was.

Charles Bukowski

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest

catieewebster:

roadxzombie:

milkshake1378:

chlorodream:

lady-of-redemption:

He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.

this is really, really important

Wow….perfect. The old paint…..

I haven’t seen this guys stuff for months but this still hits me as hard as ever

Always repost! I love this so much!!!

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eileenthequeen:

So apparently in my sister’s class, there was a trans girl that had been on the cheerleading squad for a while. When she came out, the other girls on the squad made the agreement that whatever boy made fun of her would never get a date. And if you think that’s not the most metal girl alliance ever, you can sit down.

Wow, 500 notes

Girls protecting girls.

GIRLS PROTECTING GIRLS

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“It’s clean. That’s what it feels like anyway. Heartbreak feels clean. When she says she doesn’t love you, the air that carries her words feels like a vacuum. It tears the breath from your lungs. It pulls the cobwebs from your nervous system, like you’ve been numb for a while and now you can feel everything at once. It rips your heart strings like love poems between her vocal chords. It’s clean. Every cavity in your body feels empty. It doesn’t feel like Sunday mornings with her. It isn’t the disarray of a bun that rests sleepily against her head. It is not the drunken voicemail that slurs “I love you” into your phone at 3am. It is not the mess of bed sheets that wear her imprint. It is not the clutter that your bones have grown accustomed to holding. You feel like the carcass of an apartment, hollowed out, vacant of the owner. There is no one coming home to you now. Everything is gone. You’re clean.”
— Maybe that’s why they call it a “clean break” (via blackorwhitelife)

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lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched

for this gifset

for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen

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