"in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night"
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8:30am
"I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you." — Charles Bukowski (via moldavia)
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you." — Charles Bukowski (via moldavia)
(via meticulous-discord)
