My legs are heavy,
the demons are in control
someone has broke the levee,
the flood begins to unleash it’s toll.
But I will stand my ground,
fight with what willpower I have left
Their dying screams will be the greatest sound
I will no longer be conquered and enslaved, no longer to feel so bereft
Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
—Charles Bukowski, War All the Time (via hqlines)
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
— Charles Bukowski (via exames)
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
would ever want to
—Charles Bukowski, “Cause and Effect” (via teenager90s)
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
—Charles Bukowski (via pajareandoenlacalle)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
—Charles Bukowski (via daniellenicole)
I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.
—Charles Bukowski (via strawberryimpermanent)