I don’t know what’s to become of us. we need a lot of luck. and mine’s been bad lately. and the sun is getting nearer. and, Life, as ugly as it seems, does seem worth 3 or 4 more days. think we’ll make it? Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via perfect)
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Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
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I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be. (via drogue)
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