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"Cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
just staring at the
knobs of some
or listening to the
rain in the
The less I needed,
the better I
Charles Bukowski, “Let It Enfold You,” from Betting on the Muse: Poems and Stories (Black Sparrow, 1996)

(Source: mint-and-honey)


the nights you fight best
when all the weapons are pointed
at you,
when all the voices
hurl their insults
while the dream is being

the nights you fight best
when reason gets
kicked in the
when the chariots of

the nights you fight best
when the laughter of fools
fills the
when the kiss of death is
mistaken for

the nights you fight best
when the game is
when the crowd screams
for your

the nights you fight best
on a night like
as you chase a thousand
dark rats from
your brain,
as you rise up against the
as you become a brother
to the tender sister
of joy and

move on


Charles Bukowski Regardless (via ambit-line)

iheartmyart: Kara Neko, Brooklyn 2013(via christinajorro)

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"Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream."
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via realquiet)

(Source: poetryloves)

mianoti: IFP, Promised Land, 1992via iheartmyart

(Source: poietike)

"I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable."
David Lynch   (via hora-fericirii)

(Source: 009821)

"The true thoughts that go on inside us are just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of, at most, one tiny little part of us at any given instant."
David Foster Wallace (via mynameiselly)
"Chão nocturno este
onde nos debatemos
desesperando suavemente
sobre o verde esquecido dos líquenes.
Um só roseiral avança
numa confusão de pétalas
seio incontinente
nos bordos da blusa
e nada mais importa."
Eric Fischl. The Bed, the Chair, Head to Foot, 2000.Oil on Linen. 79 x 100 inches.

Eric Fischl. The Bed, the Chair, Head to Foot, 2000.
Oil on Linen. 79 x 100 inches.


Querer vertebrar
o silêncio destes dias
e surpreender o impensado
nos teus gestos
enquanto rostos oblíquos
entardecem suavemente.

A noite chega
e eis-me predicando
uma salvação qualquer
no calor do teu regaço.

A matéria do dizer
há-de ousar a luz.