“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
Ernest Hemingway (via likeafieldmouse)
simplerhymescheme asked: Someone's on a Bukowski binge. :)
He is so relevant to finals. *sighs*
The Genius of the Crowd- Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
“You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”
Charles Bukowski (via digitalies)
This book was so worth hunting down.
“the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.nobody ever finds
”
the one
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
-“Alone with Everybody” by Charles Buckowski (via savoryourbreaths)
(Source: photographyandpictures, via zeldaestelle)
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.”
J.R.R. Tolkien (via floralnymph)
(Source: accidentalism, via summermindpalace)
