Hnggggg needddd
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.
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Charles Bukowski (via ohfairies) |
i have these people i follow who follow me too and i think they’re really cool and stuff and we mutually reblog each other and
and sometimes i just sit down and look at their url when it shows up on my dash and im like
aw yeah
we tight
we bros
but we’RE NOT???? WEVE NEVER EVEN HAD A CONVERSATION?????
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
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