"Nothing can save
you
except
writing.
It keeps the walls
from
failing."

Charles Bukowski (via tangledmermaidhair)

(Source: oktoberlyons)

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"i want so much that is not here, and do not know where to go."

Charles Bukowski (via coeur-de-roche)

stupid pain - Charles Bukowski (Taken with instagram)

The Bright Eyes lyric, “let the poets cry themselves to sleep” has always made so much sense to me because sometimes I feel so heavy with every emotion imaginable, so full of thoughts and bursting with opinions that it’s hard not to get emotional sometimes.

To feel so deeply just because of a few words someone put together, because of some feelings you wrote down and crafted into something beautiful where maybe there was once pain, that is a terrifyingly emotional process, and as much as I am afraid of emotion, I am willing to go through that pain because I need to let it out somehow.

Some people sing, some people dance, paint, or run. I write because I couldn’t live without being able to verbalize all of the shit within me.

To feel nothing, to be numb, would be such an empty existence.

"So we drank until we were righteous and gorgeous again."

Mindy Nettifee, “What Comes After”

"I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder."

a line from “I Am Waiting,” a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas

I am a fortress.

I am a fortress whose walls are
too thick and too cold—
unwilling to unfold for the things around it.

I am a fortress whose walls
were meant to be torn down—
but are too stubborn to budge.

I am a fortress
and if my walls lower for you,
please tread wearily

because behind them is a flower,
whose petals can be taken away
one by one.

If you take too many,
if you crush the dew-dropped dreams,
be prepared to be expelled

because I am a fortress,
too thick and too cold—
unwilling to unfold for the things around it.

(via barbarracuda)