#bukowski

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

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'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life... ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love-is-a-dog-from-hell #one-of-the-hottest #life

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

The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience -- Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. Some lose both and become: accepted. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#charles #experience

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

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

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#injustice #injustice