when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"
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when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"
Deep-red
“it’s like this; / say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all. / i walk in and i see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room.”
— Salma Deera, from “the room, the building, etc.,” Letters From Medea (via wethinkwedream)
I miss you already. I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
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Mark Vomit (2019)
Vivre sa vie, 1962
We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.
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I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.
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ari and dante quotes that peel me like a fruit
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via goodreadss)