and when love came to us twice
and lied to us twice
we decided to never love again
that was fair
fair to us
and fair to love itself.

we ask for no mercy or no
we are strong enough to live
and to die and to
kill flies,

attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack,
live on luck and skill,
get alone, get alone often,
and if you can’t sleep alone
be careful of the words you speak in your sleep;
ask for no mercy
no miracles;

and don’t forget:
time is meant to be wasted,
love fails
and death is useless.

by Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire (via rabbitinthemoon)

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" 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. "
by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via quotes-shape-us)
" …when you left
you took almost
by Charles Bukowski, from For Jane (via violentwavesofemotion)
" I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it. "
by J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey  (via silvike)

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Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And enventually his lips. On the night I fell that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”

I tell him, “Real.”

by Mockingjay, Suzane Collins (via valueyourinsanity)
" Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life. "
by Stephen King (via cup-of-letters)

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