Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Charles Bukowski (via girllikesappho)
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| Other people: | wow what a perfect morning for a run |
| Me: | wow what a perfect morning to go the fuck back to sleep |
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Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world,
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
Find out which Chapman’s love language you are here -http://neurolove.me/post/49772974208/which-love-language-do-you-speak
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