#bukowski

Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#charles-bukowski #inspiration #shqip #thenie #inspirational

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#age

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#space

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#handsome #beauty

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#death #spanish #death

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#layover #life #living #poetry #life

And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#poem #love

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. ↗

— Chales Bukowski

#life #love #life

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#so-you-want-to-be-a-writer #writer

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#rose