#gamblers all

[words-and-coffee]

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps: Gamblers All

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

…and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.

Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All

[fountainpenchess]

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you've felt that way, and you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway

— charles bukowski, gamblers all

[fountainpenchess]

...and then you are backing the car out into life itself, like millions of others you enter the arena once more.

— charles bukowski, gamblers all

[sometimental]

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All | Laugh Inside |

[gogamine]

Charles Bukowski

[rainydayesque]

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.

Charles Bukowski | Gamblers All

[viciousminuteshour]

'Gamblers All,' a poem by Charles Bukowski, read by RM.