Jun 13, 2013
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 11, 2013
what is love, anyway?
Love is a form of prejudice.
You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient.
How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them?
But you’ll never meet them.
All right, so we do the best we can.
Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.
Most people make too much of it.
On these grounds a good f**k is not to be entirely scorned. But that’s the result of a chance meeting too.
You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another.
- Charles Bukowski
Strokes to Nowhere
May 24, 2013
please don;'t expect me...
to always be good and kind and loving.
there are times when i will be cold
and thoughtless
and hard to understand
-unknown
to the person in the bell jar
// Remark
there are times when i will be cold
and thoughtless
and hard to understand
-unknown
to the person in the bell jar
// Remark
May 22, 2013
May 21, 2013
things are just things
don't get too attached to them
- unknown
stuff no one told me
// o yea~ arent we all having an affair with our smart phones?
- unknown
stuff no one told me
// o yea~ arent we all having an affair with our smart phones?
May 20, 2013
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