Charles Bukowski - Tumblr Posts
Pessoas são decepcionantes.
Eu não queria nada disso. Eu queria estar contigo e só, principalmente hoje.
“Mas eu gosto dela. Na verdade, a amo.”
Ai você diz que vai ignorar e nunca consegue.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
(via cryingtotheocean)
I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.
Charles Bukowski, South of No North (via larmoyante)
"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
Charles Bukowski
"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."
Charles Bukowski
Into the void #1 Love
And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness? - Charles Bukowski
Freddy Carrasco (first piece of art)
Paige at Mirror Alia El-Bermani (second piece of art)
When Charles Bukowski said,
"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keep little photographs of."
(Love is a dog from Hell)
AND
"I want so much that is not here. And I do not know where to go."
I am headcanoning the two quotes being related to the concept of purest, innocent love; that 'keeping your love's polaroid photos with you everywhere you go' type of love, 'having eyes only for that one person who makes you weak in the knees' type of love, 'no one else catches your attention anymore' type of love, 'writing letters and poetry for them just because they exist' type of love and a whole lot of other sweet gestures that show how much you love them...but all that is not to be found here, not in these times and it makes me feel like I require so much that no one can offer and I do not know where to go and find it...I need me a Bukowski 🩵🥹
...she had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.
-Charles Bukowski (Women)
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Charles Bukowski, Falsely Yours
...and although I suffer for you, I find that even suffering for you is easy.
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor People
“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”
— Charles Bukowski
«La perfezione mi fa schifo, mi repelle. Tutte quelle donne e quegli uomini che cercano la perfezione negli stereotipi creati della società mi fanno venire il vomito. Fottuti manichini di carne, senza personalità o amore per se stessi. Stessi vestiti, stessa musica, stesse espressioni, stessi cibi, stesse scopate, stesse auto, stesse vite…e alla fine? Stessi suicidi neurali di massa. Perché vivere come un automa è senza ombra di dubbio un suicidio. Quando tutti si è uguali, tutti si è nessuno. La perfezione è un uccellino in gabbia che vive, mangia, caga e muore con il solo scopo d’essere ammirato. Io voglio vivere libero, spiumato, infreddolito, denutrito ma libero»
(Charles Bukowski)
The less I needed the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski