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those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.
Charles Bukowski
“I keep all our moments safe, don’t you dare think I forget a single one”
— Black Beans Poetry
“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”
— Charles Bukowski
You helped me understand.
While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning.
- Jeanette Winterson
someone who can take your breath away and yet fill your lungs with air when you feel breathless.
“as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.”
— Unknown
Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.
Imam Al-Ghazali // Tennessee Williams
— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
- Charles Bukowski
Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "The Bee Meeting,"
I’m so full of love and I think that’ll be the death of me
feeling everything deeply sucks
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
- Vincent Van Gogh