[dimethylatedsea]

I still miss you so fucking much every single day. I wish I had realized what I had. I wish I could even just talk to you.

[dimethylatedsea]

[deathberi]

IT'S AUGUST! TODAY IS STILL AUGUST 1, 1999!

[nocnitsa]

[dimethylatedsea]

haha life sucks

[dimethylatedsea]

[dimethylatedsea]

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores.

~ Charles Bukowski

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "white dog," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

[dwellsinparadise]

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

—Charles Bukowski

[ursopardo1989-deactivated202506]

[dwellsinparadise]

nobody can save you but

yourself

and it will be easy enough to fail

so very easily

but don’t, don’t, don’t.

just watch them.

listen to them.

do you want to be like that?

a faceless, mindless, heartless

being?

do you want to experience

death before death?

nobody can save you but

yourself

and you’re worth saving.

it’s a war not easily won

but if anything is worth winning then

this is it.

—Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "goodbye, my love," from The People Look Like Flowers At Last

[asharpgasp]

Escape- Bukowski

[dwellsinparadise]

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

—Charles Bukowski

[marejadilla]

"Don't give up on yourself, keep a little spark, and never give it to anyone. As long as you have it, you can rekindle the fire." — Charles Bukowski

[dwellsinparadise]

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated either by love or no love. People just are not good to each other one on one. The rich are not good to the rich, the poor are not good to the poor. We are afraid. Our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. It hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides or the terror of one person aching in one place alone, untouched, unspoken to, watering a plant.

—Charles Bukowski

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "no title," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire