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You know I’m depressed when I start reblogging Charles bukowski.

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“I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen; but as the years wasted on, nothing ever did.”

Charles Bukowski (via menimienaimori)

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Literary Coffee

5-seconds-of-jalex:

Love love 

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).

e.e. cummings (via observando)

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adialecticonaesthetics:

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting.

Charles Bukowski

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mccartneyperfection:

The beatles

“What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability”

Ham on Rye, Charles Bukowski  (via ibecamethesun)

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