ad meliora

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

[reflorated]

[brightlightsloudnoises]

the hyenas

I feel like I should be writing this drunk, that maybe my fingers could find the right keys better, that I could tap into some muscle memory I stumbled over drinking at 5 AM years ago but I am incredibly sober, and I have been now for several days, I go do the things I have to do and I wake up on time, and I even have lunchmeat in the fridge but I still might be able to get it across because I think you know the heavy and unbearable weight, I think you know the middles lifted out of the days I think you know the wasteland and the way they pick the meat off of scavengers, I think you remember the lips and eyes and hips of long gone lovers and the feeling of being locked out on your back in your room when the pages of the books that once made you feel strong, feel thin and weak between desperate fingers and it’s enough to stop your heart right in its tracks, it’s enough to make you run your palm along the plastic of the phone remembering the overload of a kiss at 19 and sparks floating down from the sky somehow on some major holiday

and you feel ok,

and I’m probably going to walk over to the bar to get a beer later, nothing crazy, just some more time alone in public, feeling better

[1010ll]

[the-moon-whisperer]

[drunkplum]

nathaniel russell

[lecataste]

[infinityuserboxes]

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Ur damn right

[swirlymind]

This user needs the subtitles on or they miss all the dialogue

[cupidcore]

[stuff-from-web]

[thegoodvybe]

[limoncellolacroix]

“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday

[requiem-on-water]

running by Sigríður Sóldal

[d9]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two…” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot (via thelovesong-jalfredprufrock)

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I’d lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people’s deaths or a mother’s love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we’re all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn’t he see, couldn’t he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too.”

— Albert Camus, The Stranger (via thestrangerdaily)

[depressingxthings]

[gunpla]