I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.
Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via pluiefine)
how to cure a hangover
“My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
-Charles Bukowski






