The Bowery Presents

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Love Begins

Game Changer & Make Some Noise

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“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”
— i am tired of this emptiness.
“We did not ask for this room or this music. We were invited in. Therefore, because the dark surrounds us, let us turn our faces to the light. Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. We have been given life to deny death. We did not ask for this room or this music. But because we are here, let us dance.”
— Stephen King, 11.22.63
“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 flame)
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
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“I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.”
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“You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.”
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It’s bad again. To the point where I can’t think of a single thing keeping me here anymore.
@fallingtones
“You have loved too much and have not been loved enough.”
— N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting
“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via macrolit)