if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains. -Charles Bukowski
themirrorsdontlie: Why do you speak to me With words on tongue Muttered between lips Falling heavily on ears When my eyes scream at you With emotion and I filled My letters with desire You only read the characters Scripted plain in black and white Missing everything kissed Into the spaces between.
Drawing back my blinds to discover a rainy Saturday beyond my window. This makes me smile… But I can’t help think of you.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
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Don’t just survive while waiting for someone’s revolution to clear your head.– Hakim Bey (via myheartnottojoy)