February 2012
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“Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care...”
– David Levithan (via maddierose)
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Will they ever measure up,
To the way you left me?
Here by the roadside,
The bloodiest cadaver.
Marked in your words:
I’m the joke, I’m the bastard.
Here wait, so I guess that you knew,
That you’re a selfish little whore,
I’m the selfish little whore.
If I had my way I’d crush your face in the door.
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WatchSerious lust issues + liquor + boredom = Whatever this is here.
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Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.
The shadow in the background of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack & Sally, if you want,
Where you can always find me.
And we’ll have Halloween on Christmas,
And in the night we’ll wish this never ends….
Wish this never ends.
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Catharsis: The Crunch →
stellablu:
by Charles Bukowski
too much too little
too fat too thin or nobody.
laughter or tears
haters lovers
strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks
armies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins.
an old guy in a cheap…
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The Deaf Girl In the Party
She was the deaf girl in the party of love. Unable to hear the music everyone else was dancing wildly to. Unable to move to the rhythms the other girls easily swayed their hips to. She flared around uneasily, bumping into the other dancers around her and upsetting any partner who was brave enough to dance with her. She’d leave most parties upset and completely unable to fathom the idea of...
“I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember....”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via carolinesegment)
Anonymous asked: you are evil.
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“To define is to limit.”
– Oscar Wilde (via nirvikalpa)
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@!$%
I stretched my ears recently, (finally went from a 0g to a 00g), and have been getting the strangest reactions from a couple of the females that I work with.
Firstly, no one even noticed that I had gone up a size, yet when I pointed it out to them, they acted as though my ears had turned into a bloody festering sore, that smelled like someone used mayonnaise as deodorant on a 150 degree day.
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Dead is.... Dead.
A friend of mine’s father passed away not too long ago. As with most deaths of a loved one, it was an extremely sad experience.
He was someone whom I was close with. At the most crucial parts of my life, he was there with open arms and a laugh that always lifted my spirits. Although I took his death seemingly hard, I’ve never been the one to be deluded by what being dead means.
My...
“I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via chickenbonephonograph)
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