Charles Bukowski (via olliesoi)

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there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late

Charles Bukowski (via pukin)

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I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.

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tearsofthesickminded:

ॐ☯ vintage/indie ☯ॐ

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Play for keeps - Elle King

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csbhagya:

Christina’s World. Andrew Wyeth. 1948. 

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idknowlol:

this

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