titytwochainz:

godyallsomebrokeboys:

titytwochainz:

the nigga in the back like nah fam u done went tooooo far

he got a flower crown on tho

these niggas look like the wild thornberrys smh

titytwochainz:

godyallsomebrokeboys:

titytwochainz:

the nigga in the back like nah fam u done went tooooo far

he got a flower crown on tho

these niggas look like the wild thornberrys smh

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i-dont-need-feminism:

juliuscaesarofficial:

becca-morley:

history

why are there no posts about me on this 

this is an outrage

Mg I can’t stop laughing

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You love what you need,
You love what makes you feel good,
You love what is convenient.
Charles Bukowski (via heresay)

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I was glad I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
Charles Bukowski (via koreyan)
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nourikam:

“I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again.” 
― Charles Bukowski

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My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours
Charles Bukowski (via nativewanderer)
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“She’s always high, In heels, spirit, pills, booze.”

- Charles Bukowski
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There’s something wrong with me. I don’t know what it is, but I’m not going to try to cure it.
Charles Bukowski (via literarymiscellany)
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my father always said, “early to bed and
early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy
and wise.”

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house
and we were up at dawn to the smell of
coffee, frying bacon and scrambled
eggs.

my father followed this general routine
for a lifetime and died young, broke,
and, I think, not too
wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice and it
became, for me, late to bed and late
to rise.

now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered
the world but I’ve avoided
numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some
common pitfalls
and have met some strange, wonderful
people

one of whom
was
myself—someone my father
never
knew.

Charles Bukowski, from Throwing Away the Alarm Clock (via litafficionado)
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Almost everyone is born a genius and buried an idiot.
Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man.  (via wordsnquotes)
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brottle:

“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”  
- Charles Bukowski

brottle:


“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”  

- Charles Bukowski

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I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have.
Charles Bukowski (via hqlines)
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'Kid you're no fighter,' he told me,
and I got up and knocked him over a chair;
it was like a scene in a movie, and
he stayed there on his big rump and said
over and over, ‘Jesus, Jesus, whatsamatta wit
you?’ and I got up and dressed,
the tape still on my hands, and when I got home
I tore the tape off my hands and
wrote my first poem,
and I’ve been fighting ever since.
Charles Bukowski,  excerpt from “The Loser”  (via rustyvoices)
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