Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.

It has been a beautiful
fight.

Still
is

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense (via whyallcaps)

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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

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