She knows suffering, but it hasn't taught her...
and I’m still used
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.– Charles Bukowski (via youresofancy)
Hell is a lonley place
why is it, that everyone whose been through it rarley complains, while people who have never felt the bite of grief, or the touch of flame, always do?
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: Sonnet of Sweet Complaint →
fuckyeahpoetry: Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my…
The one I love,
does not love me, and the rain falls in the distance beutifully, like his footsteps as he came to see me. The one I love, does not love me, and the night is torn about the edges, and in my drunkeness I think of nights like these, when we would be we instead of he and he. The one I love, does not love me, and we are drifting from each other, like raindrops on a pavment, invaded by...
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not;...– Calvin Coolidge (via tyhodges)
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!– Allen Ginsberg (via averymvinson)
A writer’s problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in...– Ernest Hemingway (via quitexinfamous)
and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back home again!
Nothing was ever in tune.
People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H,...
There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him...– Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again, 1934 (via postmodernmarvel)
skunkpapers: “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
And who could dream of fathering and seeding in the barren red land?
You’re bound to grow out of your ideals; they’re smashed to splinters and turn...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s White Nights (via tealrallythong)
Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid of someone else for a...– Frank O’Hara
Writers are forged in injustice as a sword is forged.– Ernest Hemmingway
Came and went and weeped and tried; Love which I miss and usless love I that I create; of all the lost faces in my life, you are the one with the flower-eyes, second only to my mother’s. O Lost, and by the wind, grevied, Lost Loves, come back! I need you, I am starving for love, I am fighting pains and ways I thought were beyond. Help me. Love me. Create me.
He had flowers for eyes
Great God! what have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my...– Henry Miller, “Tropic of Cancer” (via betweenher-hips)
When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When,...– Tom Robbins (via decrepito)
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you.– “The Letter” by Amy Lowell (via aequinoctium)
What makes me love you despite the reservations? What do I see in your eyes?
Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.– F.Scott Fitzgerald (via woodlace)
Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round...– Steve Jobs, genius (via shaktilover)
observando: What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. -Chuck Palahniuk
I am a cigarette with a body attached to it– Raymond Carver (via champagnethursdays)
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via catcosby)