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"Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: 691180, via 33113)

"those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: hellanne, via 691180)

"

Things will be far worse
than they are now.
And far better.

I wait.

"

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: hellanne, via sadvrn)

"Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It’s like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: erin-madeline)

"Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: hellanne, via 691180)

catholicism:

Kiss me off
Kiss my lips
Kiss my hair
My fingers 
My eyes My brain
Make me forget

"I wanted the whole world or nothing."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: larmoyante, via drunkblogging)

"Who the hell said you no longer had it in you?"

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via mermaidsongs)

"Before my death I hope to obtain my life."

— Charles Bukowski

(Source: disconnective, via x732x)

"I suppose like others
I have come through fire and sword,
love gone wrong,
head-on crashes, drunk at sea,
and I have listened to the simple sound of water running
in tubs
and wished to drown."

— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

(Source: larmoyante, via heartthr0bbstark)