You Are Tired (I Think ( Read more... )

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.

charles bukowski

Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn’t mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people you say you love, that’s what matters. It’s the only thing that counts.

- The Last Kiss (2006)

Stop obsessing about an old love or that perfect date. It may take a while, but you need to examine the root causes of this compulsion. Once you do, the energy and space you open up will create room for real love.

Hi, eerily accurate horoscope.

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He said he had to see my face
He hopes that we can still be friends
In his own way, he'll love me til the end

fuckkkkk.

I am afraid of not being afraid anymore.