(via rasputin)
(Source: spicecat, via kevinfranzisamunster)
The love I have is not her
but part of it I have to give
is a gift not obligation
an intangible event for memory
ingrained into a permanence
that not even death could take
from her or me.
“out of the arms… out of the arms of one love
and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on the cross
by a lady who smokes pot
writes songs and stories,
and is much kinder than the last,
much much kinder,
and the sex is just as good or better.
it isn’t pleasant to be put on the cross and left there,
it is much more pleasant to forget a love which didn’t
work
as all love
finally
doesn’t work…
it is much more pleasant to make love
along the shore in Del Mar
in room 42, and afterwards
sitting up in bed
drinking good wine, talking and touching
smoking
listening to the waves…I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound…
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs…
out of the arms of one love
and into the arms of another
it’s not pleasant to die on the cross,
it’s much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in the dark.”-Charles Bukowski
via odrambour
(Source: drunkonstephen, via thedailyshow)
— Pepper Schwartz, “Soldier and Sex: Can Men Evolve?”
American Football | For Sure
june seems too late
delayed
maybe for the better
imagine us together
relatively stable
tentatively able
to say for certain
whether this uncertainty
is for sure
………. but huh internet rumor
(Source: vienna-arcweld)
“Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
Why would you not sit down and listen to the entire album?