❝ My dear,
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.
~ Falsely yours
— Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
I wrote this huge page of emotional shit.
And deleted it.
Because why does it matter
when you told me yourself
that you don’t believe me
When I say, “I love you.”.
if she flinches when you go to put your arm around her … someone else’s hand wasn’t so sweet … if she questions you … someone else has lied to her … if she doesn’t tell you things … someone else once betrayed her secrets … behind every cranky, complicated girl or girl who is scared to love is … a girl who is tired of being broken.
❝ Find what you love and let it kill you.
— Charles Bukowski (via kushandwizdom)
❝ If she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her.
❝ Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
— Oscar Wilde (via kushandwizdom)