alone with everybody


the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and 
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all :
we are all trapped
by a singular 
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.

-Charles Bukowski

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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

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carlovely:

james mcgregor

when your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both with feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job

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Why did I lose 30 pounds every where but my chest  jfc

humansofnewyork:

I asked: “What’s the most romantic thing he’s ever done?”

Her: “Well, there have been many things…”
Him: “What about that time in Geneva?”
Her: “When you were in Baghdad?”
Him: “No, the other time.”

Then I asked, “When were you in Baghdad?”
And he said, “Which time?”

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“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.”-Charles Bukowski 

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