Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Charles Bukowski, "legs, hips and behind," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
"Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it"
- Rupi Kaur | the sun and her flowers
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a dog from hell
Trust me, it's ok.
It’s okay to miss sometimes. Not some person but the time that is gone. The time when you could sleep a little longer, laugh a little louder and never feel tired. When the world was happy, when you were happy.
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
The loneliest thing is no one drew stars around my scars.....
So all of it will heal one day or I will just get used to it?
-Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell