(Source: venuschild)
(Source: metal-volcano)
(Source: fantasmas-de-carne-y-hueso)
in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back.
Charles Bukowski (via tokillamockingpticu)
nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.
nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?
nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.
think about it.
think about saving your self.
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.
think about saving your self.
Charles Bukowski, Nobody But You (via seductress-ss)
(Source: siren-ss)
4 weeks ago - 
6
6Melancholy and Mirth
The mirror never lies,
there are lines written on my face.
Crows have danced at the
corners of my eyes,
left their scratchy traces.
But these lines are my lines,
I don’t mind laying claim.
And these crows? They are my crows;
I’m the one who raised them,
and gave them fancy names:
Melancholy and Mirth
they learned their moves from me.
Lines be damned, it is still my face,
and for what it’s worth
that’s no disgrace,
so I let those birdies be.
