duminică, 29 mai 2011

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."
— Charles Bukowski (Factotum)

"We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. "
— Charles Bukowski

"there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late"
— Charles Bukowski

"You have to die a few times before you can really
live."

"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."

"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
“There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.” ~Laurell K. Hamilton (Incubus Dreams)

marți, 24 mai 2011

what i wouldn't do to be tired of you (last night)

now you've ruined the kitchen... because you've been in it

luni, 23 mai 2011

Bits and pieces.
People. People important to you.
People unimportant to you cross your
life, touch it with love and move on.
There are people who leave you, and you
breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why
you ever came in contact with them.
There are people who leave you, and you
breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder
why they had to go and leave such a
gaping hole.

Children leave parents. Friends
leave friends. Acquaintances move on.
People change homes. People grow
apart. Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on. You think if
the many who have moved into your hazy
memory. You look at those present and
wonder.

I believe in God’s master plan in
lives. He moves people in and out of each
other’s lives, and each leaves his mark on
the other. You find you are made up of
bits and pieces of all who ever touched
your life, and you are more because of it,
and you would be less if they had not
touched you.

Pray God that you accept the bits
and pieces in humility, and wonder and
never question, and never regret.
Bits and pieces
Bits and pieces

duminică, 22 mai 2011

After all is said and done, I still think you’re amazing. I still cherish every moment I spent with you, every smile you brought to my face. I’ll be forever thankful that someone like you was brought into my life, even if you had to leave much too soon for my liking. See you were my miracle. You were the fairytale I got to live.

miercuri, 18 mai 2011

"I have had prayers answered - most strangely so sometimes - but I think our Heavenly Father's loving-kindness has been even more evident in what He has refused me." Lewis Carroll

duminică, 8 mai 2011

your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it (rumi)

sâmbătă, 7 mai 2011

It's hard to find someone when you can't keep your cards close to your chest. What's the point of keeping anything close to your chest when the very thing you're trying to conceal is exposed and dirty and bruised for all to see?

After you left, I decided to try and see if I could live without it.

Without my heart on my sleeve.

So I cut it off.

And I put in a box.

A safe place.

And I hid the box.

Where no one could ever get to it.

No one but me.


and I felt nothing but the place where my heart used to be.