I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."
- Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via larmoyante)
"You can hold back from the suffering of the world. You have free permission to do so, and it is in accordance with your nature. But perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could have avoided."