That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.
“Everything is temporary.”
—3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via fujck
“Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.”
“If I could choose one thing in life that I like to do for myself, that would be traveling everywhere with no restrictions to how long I could stay at a particular place, what I could do, what I could buy, who I get to be and get to take me with. That would be fantastic.”
“No need for revenge. Just sit back and wait. Those who hurt you will eventually screw up themselves, & if you’re lucky, God will let you watch.”
“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”
—Amman, Jordan (Humans of New York)
“Isn’t it odd how some people can smile all day long, but cry their self to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How knowing letting go of something is best, but it hurts the worst. How people that said they would always be there, never have time to spare. How a best friend can become an enemy and an enemy becomes a best friend. How forever turns into a few short minutes and a few short minutes can seem like forever. How life seems so long, but yet is so short.”
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES BUKOWSKI!