→ Raw with love

i won’t blame you, 
instead 
i will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how i offered you what was left of me, 
and 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.

- Charles Bukowski, raw with love

(Source: timeimmemorial)

"I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning."
— Charles Bukowski

(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

"I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me."
— Charles Bukowski

(Source: andwhisper, via thelandlockedmariner)

"It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"
— Charles Bukowski (via lesnocturnals)

(Source: thenocturnals, via canering)