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Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can’t put it straight, don’t want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

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vanish

thother

she really outdid herself

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agirlnamedally

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Write me love letters and address them to all the insecure parts of my body.

damndamin

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bunlly

the-bitchextraordinaire

“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”

- Mark Twain

This is honestly my favorite quote. It’s changed how I look at life and religion.

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sunbathe

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I fell in love with the way she was so honestly broken; a mess of a girl with the face of a Michelangelo angel. She was a picture colored without precision, scribbles of color outside the lines. She was a white t-shirt covered in coffee stains. She was a napkin with a phone number drunkenly scribbled upon its face. She smoked to die slowly and yet she looked at this ugly world with blue eyes of curiosity and passion. Holes in her old jeans and a collarbone that could cut glass. She ripped her beating heart out of her chest and placed it in my trembling hands “hear, it’s yours” she said. She was a dying planet the world knew nothing about. A galaxy inside her mind. Sun in her eyes and a heart bigger than the moon. I think God made us out of the same star, ripped our heart in two and gave us each half. You don’t know what it’s like to live with a broken heart until you find its missing piece beating in someone else’s chest.

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