"and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on…"
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via introspectivepoet)

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"It’s 3.47am and I miss you just like I did last week at 2.15 in the afternoon when I remembered the last time you told me you wanted me and you meant it. It’s 3.47am and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how you used to smile when I told you you were beautiful and the way you held me tight and said you would never let me go but I guess things change and people move on and now you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you."
I wish I was sleeping - 3.47am 06/05/14 (via curiovsly)

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"I stare at myself, I disgust myself: one more eternity."
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via comecomeviolence)

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