[theglittercat]

[enamorou]

pessoas tão cansadas mutiladas tanto pelo amor como pelo desamor.

O Amor é Um Cão dos Diabos; Charles Bukowski. 

[momentaize]

E não deu muito certo, mas eu entendo, juro. Amar é complicado e a gente nunca foi muito bom nisso. Pelo menos não ao mesmo tempo.

É quase inverno.

[alwaysphilthy]

“I didn’t like parties. I didn’t know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren’t. They were bad at it. They trying so hard only made it worse.” - Bukowski

[sonofbukowski]

“Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.”

[catiizen-deactivated20240813]

I’ll do my best to stay out of your way then I guess maybe one day, I’ll be yours forever.

Moose Blood // Bukowski (via karmatisiert)

[alwaysphilthy]

“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee …”; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3 am; being told you snore, hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce, but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends, your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side, and her doing the same.” - Bukowski

[imnotyourlov]

– Você tá com saudades? – Porra, eu tô. Tenho vontade de chorar. Tremendo nó no peito. Acho que não saio mais dessa.

Charles Bukowski, “Mulheres.” (via a-biografa)

[youthlively]

[descrevos]

É bom ter um monte de gatos em volta. Se você está mal, basta olhar pra eles e fica melhor, porque eles sabem que as coisas são como são. Não tem porque se entusiasmar com a vida, e eles sabem. Por isso, são salvadores. Quantos mais gatos um sujeito tiver, mais tempo viverá. Se você tem cem gatos, viverá dez vezes mais que se tivesse dez. Um dia, isso será descoberto: as pessoas terão mil gatos e viverão para sempre.

Charles Bukowski. (via descrevos)

[micaelareads]

[sonofbukowski]

“I stopped looking for a Dream Girl. I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.”

[macrolit]

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.

Charles Bukowski (via macrolit)

[girlinlondon]

I want so much that is not here and I do not know where to go.

Charles Bukowski (via girlinlondon)

[quoteiros]

Claro que me dá um medo de estar me transformando numa criatura intoxicada de palavras escritas — tenho visões futuras onde me vejo fechado num lugar com as paredes cobertas de livros, quem sabe gatos, um som e mais nada. Meu coração tá ferido de amar errado, você me entende?

Caio Fernando Abreu. (via recordada)

[infpisme]

Too often, the only escape is sleep.

Charles Bukowski.

[sintoso]

Não é morrer que é ruim, é estar perdido que é ruim.

Charles Bukowski.