I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her
even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid.
Charles Bukowski
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"My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly."
— Unrequited Love Poem, Sierra DeMulder
(Source: ohsorryoh)
"sadness drips like water beads
in a half-poisoned well,
I know that my chances have narrowed down to
almost nothing—
I’m like a bug in the bathroom when you flick on the
lightswitch at 3 a.m."
in a half-poisoned well,
I know that my chances have narrowed down to
almost nothing—
I’m like a bug in the bathroom when you flick on the
lightswitch at 3 a.m."
— Charles Bukowski
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski)
That I have been looking
For you all my life
Does not matter to you.
You do not know.
You never knew.
Nor did I.
Now you take the Harlem train uptown;
I take a local down.Langston Hughes
(via g-is-for-gaijin)
She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And make me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to sayPaul Éluard
Translated by Samuel Beckett
(Source: nightonthesun)
"You’re lovely, but you’re empty. One couldn’t die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose."
— The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
(Source: praedicamenta, via g-is-for-gaijin)
