This is dedicated to my journalist friends
#partylikeajournalistEven though Starbucks is terrible, this is a good photo.
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I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love (via fuckyeahbukowski)
(Source: deirdreannb, via fuckyeahbukowski)
r-e-a-l-g-i-r-l-t-h-i-n-s-p-o asked: Well hello there new follower! I'm just curious to know how you came across my blog if you're not a thinspo blog? lol. c:
Well, in all honesty my feed told me you started following me.
Weird, huh?
and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be said:
I love
you.
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be said:
you.
Charles Bukowski (via honeyforthehomeless)
(via henrycharlesbukowski)
(Source: mybffisacat, via girlwithatumblr)
