“After a while I suppose I’ll get used to the idea of marriage and children. If only it doesn’t swallow up my desire to express myself in a smug sensuous haze. Sure marriage is self expression, but if only my art, my writing, isn’t just a mere sublimation of my sexual desires which will run dry once I get married. If only I can find him… the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn’t I expect it in a man?”—sylvia
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”—charles bukowski (via precipice) (via paganpoetry) (via suzywire)
So, it was 2am and the phone was ringing. Groggy and half awake I stumbled to the phone only to miss my brother calling by seconds. But the good news is Lucia said he will be leaving Afghanistan May 28th! I’m so excited/happy/relieved he’ll be safe back in the states. He’ll go back to California first then he should be here in NY by June 20th. PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYY! :)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older And shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
“I’m not beautiful, I don’t care. One thing women don’t know is that you don’t have to be beautiful. You don’t have to be beautiful to fuck anyone you want.”— Courtney Love (via sore-thumbelina) (via letsgobananas) (via shykid) (via hearconcealed)
When you asked me if I’d stay forever Guess you meant just for the week We felt so good together It was way too good to be When I left you there early that morning, my darling I told you that I’d miss you so I got on that plane with my heart soaring But now it’s falling like snow
Yeah, I tried a lot of things just because of you, You make me tell the truth, You taught me to drink like a man. You rescued my tail from between my legs, Now if I can think it, I am. And I’m taking these words with me When I go over to the other side. I’ll be waiting on you, but don’t show up too soon I’ll be bored as heaven but I’ll be alright.
“Magnets were like magic to me as a kid. You could move things across the table without actually touching them! I found that shit amazing and I still do. If you don’t like that, have a dick for dinner. Come on, man, I fuckin’ straight up feel sorry for anybody that can look at the moon the trees, and the seven seas, and not see fuckin’ miracles.”—Violent J from Insane Clown Posse explaining magnets, nature, miracles. The Q: GQ (via nedhepburn)
Leave me standing here, act like I’m not around The the coast will probably never clear, can I please go home now I had that dream about you again Where I wait outside until you let me in, and there I stay
I told a lie, and I’m telling lies all of the time. I told the truth, and I’m telling you, I feel just fine. I made you cry, and I’ll make you cry with the things I do. I made you laugh, and I’ll make you laugh without trying to. I talked a lot, and I talked too much. I’ll talk for you. I’ve been the fool, and I’ll make a fool out of you. So now it’s time for me to go. Before I let you down… By and by, you’ll realize, how I’ve done you wrong
I want someone who wants to understand me. I am tired of feeling like always having to understand everyone else, now I want someone who wants to know me. Someone who has scars and bruises and is tired as well, but still laughs at life and the sun and at the silly things. Someone whose hands, no matter how soft or rough, wants to touch slowly and softly. Someone who wants to hear me, who doesn’t want too much for me. Someone who will feel the things I cannot put into words or writing. Someone who wants to see me no matter how fucked up I am. Someone who wants me to listen to them too, to see in their hearts and lay in the sun with the grass blowing around us. Someone who can still dream.
Drive all night Never gonna get me Night by night To get away from it all Fight fight fight All you wanna do is hurt me You wrecked my life So I’m gonna have to drive all night You wrecked my life So I’m gonna have to drive all night You wrecked my life So I’m gonna have to drive all night