CAN YOU PAY MY BILLS? CAN YOU PAY MY TELEPHONE BILLS? CAN YOU PAY MY AUTOMO’BILLS? THEN MAYBE BABY WE CAN CHILL.
How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
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- Charles Bukowski. (via iamalewiscarrollpoem) The Gospel. (via charmingortedious) as someone who hates jobs and occasionally likes bukowski, i still have to say that i would kind of kill for the opportunity to be employed right now. (via synecdoche) |
Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming
Scared you so bad you couldn’t control your heart or your breathing
Well walk out the door with me on the floorAnd all I wanna do all day is spend it in bed
But that’s bad for the body and even worse for my head
So I’ll try and find a place where no one will ask me a thingCause now I’m drunk again
The means to my end
And I’m scared of myself
Cause now it’s the same the faces and names
And I’m scared of myself again
Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.
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| — | John Shirley (via simko) |
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.
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| — | Jay Asher (via kari-shma) |
We are in such uncharted territory here. We had it all planned out, and in the past few weeks we’ve just taken an eraser to all of it. Our two different versions, which we hadn’t realized were different. The maps are gone. The fantasies are gone. A little bit of trust is gone. But even if we’ve erased all the lines and trajectories… even if we’ve blotted out all the hints and intimations.. the writing on the map is gone, but the paper’s still there. We are still here. You can’t just erase hope and love and history. At the very least, you’d have to burn it. And if we’re still here, we haven’t burned.
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| — | Naomi & Ely’s No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan (via quote-book) |
