Calm

Words. Just Words.

i’ve spent half my life trying to understand bukowski
so that i could write poetry like he did.
i guess i’ve since realised that
bukowski wrote to make people wish they were bukowski, and that is art in itself:
when words can make you wish you were a worse human being just so that you could be better at your craft!
the very sacrifice of self to another in order to sacrifice yourself again,
to lose yourself in someone who lost themselves at the bottom of a hipflask
and to try to find yourself in a circle of screaming at your loved ones between meals.
the notes of a dirty old man have brought thousands screeching to a halt
to ponder the profundity of bad, bad people,
to glorify the terrible in the world for the rest of their days.
heroes are only human.

it’s important to remember that bukowski was a terrible personishani jasmin (via oshono)

(Quelle: ishanijasmin, via runningsoul)

elizabitchtaylor:

  • do not comment on what I’m eating
  • do not comment on how much i’m eating
  • do not comment on how little i’m eating
  • do not comment on how healthy it is
  • do not comment on how unhealthy it is
  • do 
  • not
  • comment
  • on
  • what
  • i’m
  • eating

(via llit0st)

anogoodrabblerouser:

The odds of being attacked by a shark in the US are 1 in 11,500,000, but no one gets mad at people who want to avoid the ocean.

The odds of a woman being sexually assaulted in her lifetime are 1 in 6, but if she doesn’t feel safe around strange men she’s a stereotyping bitch.

Strange old world we live in.

(via me-sexual)