Sam.

thousandletter4you — Tue, 16 Feb 2021 18:48:00 +0200

shaboku-deactivated20210525:

Bukowski & Me

I read Bukowski
Must be a hundred times
And it gives me hope
To know that someone else
Like me
Despised this terrible place
With its terrible people
And its terrible ways
But it gives me hope as I say
To know that someone else understood
The drink
The drugs
The women
And being alone
And being
Just fine
With that

Better to be alone
With drink
With drugs
With women
And understand why
Than to be
In terrible company
In a terrible place
With terrible people
And their terrible ways
And to be completely
And utterly
Misunderstood

Much better
To be
Alone
Like Bukowski
And me

thousandletter4you — Fri, 27 Mar 2020 02:51:13 +0200

buttonpoetry:

“I don’t speak that language anymore and that too is a massacre that I am bathing in.”

— Joel François, “Haiti”

thousandletter4you — Fri, 27 Mar 2020 02:49:36 +0200

buttonpoetry:

“You asked if you should call. I asked if I should visit. We both fell back into our whiskey, neither of us thinking this would be the last time we didn’t say goodbye.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

Marnix.

thousandletter4you — Fri, 27 Mar 2020 02:04:21 +0200

buttonpoetry:

“I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

thousandletter4you — Fri, 27 Mar 2020 02:03:14 +0200

i-dont-wanna-be-heree:

Recovery vs. relapse is such a vicious cycle

thousandletter4you — Fri, 06 Mar 2020 12:51:08 +0200

poemswords:

“But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.”

—

thousandletter4you — Sun, 17 Nov 2019 12:13:55 +0200

Visit me in my dreams. So you can tell me what form your soul takes when it leaves your body. That way, it’ll be easier for me to find you — in another world or another time. I’ll be staring at the stars like you told me to, waiting patiently for any sign of you, my lighthouse.

I love you forever, Marnix.

thousandletter4you — Wed, 14 Aug 2019 08:10:19 +0200

haleyincarnate:

Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

thousandletter4you — Mon, 10 Jun 2019 12:21:33 +0200

sixpenceee:

War cats in hammocks. Known as ship’s cat, these heroic felines have been a common feature on ships since ancient times. They are of value not only for providing protection from rodents, but also as morale boosters.The spread of mass communication during World War II, led to a number of ship’s cats becoming celebrities in their own right. (Source)

thousandletter4you — Sun, 09 Jun 2019 19:31:52 +0200

buttonpoetry:

“I am in love with reciprocity. I eat you eat. I starve you starve. I hunt we live.”

— Dave Harris, from Patricide

thousandletter4you — Wed, 05 Jun 2019 01:28:35 +0200

philosophybits:

“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

thousandletter4you — Mon, 03 Jun 2019 22:04:23 +0200

I’m not a survivor, I’m a victim.
A survivor finds the will to live again.
I am trying to find reasons
to stop what is left of me from flowing out of my wrists.
118 00 000 seconds and I can barely find the will to breathe.

thousandletter4you — Fri, 17 May 2019 15:53:20 +0200

xunrou:

pandorahollywood:

wildeinferno:

found this today! i did this when i was in high school. it’s a drawing of noah and allie from the notebook. the two are drawn with the words “if i’m a bird, you’re a bird” over and over, and the background has a few quotes from the movie. done in a felt pen.

This is breath taking.

never seen the notebook but this is amazing

thousandletter4you — Mon, 06 May 2019 06:42:28 +0200

wishbzne:

soliloquy of the solipsist, sylvia plath

thousandletter4you — Sun, 14 Apr 2019 19:28:09 +0200

Grieving for someone who is alive is bad and enough.

Imagine grieving for someone who’s never coming back.

thousandletter4you — Sun, 14 Apr 2019 04:31:58 +0200

I wanted him.

I really wanted him.

But you don’t know what you don’t know so I wasn’t missing out.

Sorry to my unknown lover. - @seluleko

thousandletter4you — Fri, 22 Mar 2019 09:53:19 +0200

quotemadness:

“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”

— Oscar Wilde (via quotemadness)

thousandletter4you — Sat, 09 Mar 2019 11:31:27 +0200

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul:

““Why do you always push me away?” “Because,” I said to her, “you remind me of all the love I am trying to get rid of.” “But somehow, I really can’t seem to stay away from you so I decide to make you stay away instead.””

— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #226 // All that I need (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

booksqouted: “Then he left, and with him he took the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside...

thousandletter4you — Tue, 01 Jan 2019 22:19:23 +0200

booksqouted:

“Then he left, and with him he took the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside of me that might have been good.”

— Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary

thousandletter4you — Wed, 03 Oct 2018 15:54:30 +0200

lostandtwisted:

“Seriously losing hope.”
- ( @lostandtwisted )