bye bye forever
Unfortunately I’m still alive, but Elmo is my new bestie so, swings and roundabouts.
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johnny foreigner // i’m leaving… soon
(Source: heartshocks, via mingemagnet)
I’m exhausted at having to keep up this happy facade for five hours at work when people shout at me over chicken.
My real job is killing me. (mess)
Just waiting to go to London with Jessie and Sam on Wednesday for all the gin (and music).
“I was buried,” she told him. “I’d been buried for a long time. You came to see me every week. Each time you knocked at the grave, and I came out. My eyes were full of dirt.
“You’d say, ‘How can you see?’ and try to wipe the dirt from my eyes.
“And I’d say, ‘I can’t see anyway. I have holes instead of eyes.’
“And then one day you went off on a long journey, and I knew you were with another woman. Weeks passed, and there was no sign of you. I was afraid of missing you, and stopped sleeping. At last you knocked at the grave again, but I was so worn down by a month of sleepless nights that I didn’t think I could make it out of there. When I finally did come out, you seemed disappointed. You said I didn’t look well. I could feel how awful I looked to you with my sunken cheeks and nervous gestures.
Girls relax with records & cigarettes in their dormitory. Arkansas, 1954.
(Source: fuckyeahvintage-retro, via theonlyzombieonmars)
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”
— Charles Bukowski
