the rest is still unwritten

ℳarjorie|Twenty-three|Blithe|Adrift

She feels happy these days, yet there is always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface.

what-strange-lives-we-live:

“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”

— Charles Bukowski

star-eaters:

“Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.”

— Charles Bukowski, Beasts Bounding Through Time (1986)

lifeinpoetry:

nothing about this
is soft
but we pretend.

Cara Neel, from “Bukowski,” published in Vagabond City

doublejungs:

@jessica.syj: “Come find me 🌿”

fysyj:

(170630) @sy__jessica: dreamy dress 🌙 (miss you more) ​​​❤️

scodelarioss:

  She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met. She had this perfect olive skin, and she had this laugh; it was ridiculous, her laugh made you laugh. And she was fun, she knew how to have a good time. But Katherine was also very impatient, and entitled, and selfish… and impulsive.

quwons:

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Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.

-KMM

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neoyorzapoteca:
“Anne Carson, Decreation
”

neoyorzapoteca:

Anne Carson, Decreation

javekilled:

“We can close the curtains and pretend that there’s no world outside”

javekilled:

“We could be the talk across the town.”

javekilled:
“Amsterdammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
”

javekilled:

Amsterdammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm





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