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. . . drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over again the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
Hank Chinaski in On Drinking
Esto es lo que estropea al poeta: un trato especial o su propia idea de que él es especial.
Charles Bukowski. On Drinking.
Am tipsy. Am writing. This might be my longest, fluffiest one-shot to date. Trying to write Seokjin, but y'all are getting Yoongi anyway.
Even my cat is sick of my shit tonight. Pomegranate voddie tonnies for all, and that's that.
when i have a drink (which is rare: i’ve read, when i was rather young, that drinking alone was a sign of alcoholism and i’m pretty much alone all the time and i have lots of alcoholics in my family and i never wanted that to happen to me, plus too much alcohol gives me migraines which i think is my subconscious way of not becoming an alcoholic, anyway...) and i start to get that mellow/fuzzy feeling and i just want to stay in that place for a while...
i like that
its wednesday night and we are drunk anyway.
sitting at the creek where we once buried secrets, we share a cigarette. it doesnt count, we say. its fine.
you kiss me. a wet, messy kiss on the corner of my mouth. it doesnt count, i think. its fine.