"And then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw."
Charles Bukowski, A Smile To Remember (via fawun)
"I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."
Charles Bukowski (via hollowstimulation)
"Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand."
Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via ugh)