if you said you were cold i would set myself on fire if you said you wanted to look at art i would paint you a picture in my blood if you said you were sad i would purge my last ounce of happiness straight into your mouth if you said you were lonely i would cut out a piece of myself for you to have forever and if you said you had fallen in love, i wouldn’t give a second thought to making myself trip right behind you
—  if you said // i would do
Na verdade, não sou muito bom com as palavras. Sinto-me muito tímido e nervoso. Guardo tudo para pôr no papel. Tenho certeza de que o senhor ficará desapontado comigo, mas sempre fui assim.
—  Charles Bukowski.
Levantei-me e fui ao banheiro. Me dava raiva olhar o espelho, mas olhei assim mesmo. Vi depressão e derrota. Bolsas escuras caídas sob os olhos. Olhinhos covardes, os olhos do rato acuado pelo puto do gato. A pele parecia que nem tentava. Que odiava fazer parte de mim. As sobrancelhas caíam retorcidas, pareciam dementes, dementes pêlos de sobrancelhas. Horrível. Uma aparência repugnante.
—  BUKOWSKI, Charles.

@brittsnowhuh: Back in Oct I was given the honor to marry my two best friends. I always hoped this day would come when you could get married to whomever you wish and wherever you wish. Everyone has their own lives and their own opinions. It hurts no one to celebrate or at least respect that ALL people are entitled to LOVE. I hope we can take this amazing day to celebrate that now there will be a little more love in this world… And that’s a great thing. loveislouder #LoveisLove @courtknows @luckynos

As vezes você levanta da cama de manhã e pensa, eu não vou conseguir, mas você ri por dentro lembrando todas as vezes que sentiu isso.
—  Bukowski.