He was so lovely, he came to me in my dreams. He filled every conscious moment with his presence, his allure, his surprising sense of calm.
He was death, and he was mine.
WHAT BOOK IS THISSSSSSS>??????? PLEASE INBOX MEEEEEE ?!?!?!?!?
It’s from “You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense” by Charles Bukowski.
Not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes life just sucks.
The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.
my college does themed backgrounds depending on the week and this is their anti-bullying week’s one omfg
badgirl675 strikes again