Chuck!

(via mindidunch)

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Charles Bukowski (via nakedandreckless)

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Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

handforgedsolitude:

“You’re like the lotus flower that had to grow through mud to become beautiful.”

(via xelrac)

bluebluedriver:

“Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night/The first one’s named Sweet Anne Marie, and she’s my hearts delight./The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff’s on my trail,/And if he catches up with me, I’ll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee/The first one says she’s got my child, but it don’t look like me.

Set out runnin’ but I take my time,/A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,/If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.”

(via scarlet-fire)