evaporation
precipitation

if you broke down my brain into a million segments this would be it or something similar anyways

burning in hell
this piece of me fits in nowhere
as other people find things
to do
with their time
places to go
with one another
things to say
to each other.

I am
burning in hell
some place north of Mexico.
flowers don’t grow here.

I am not like
other people
other people are like
other people.

they are all alike:
joining
grouping
huddling
they are both
gleeful and content
and i am
burning in hell.

my heart is a thousand years old
I am not like
other people.
I’d die on their picnic grounds
smothered by their flags
slugged by their songs
unloved by their soldiers
gored by their humor
murdered by their concern.

I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell.

the hell of
myself.

Displaced, Charles Bukowski (via thefilthyyouth)

(via leukocytes)

8:48 pm  95 notes

“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.”

Douglas CouplandShampoo Planet (via showslow)

8:20 am  536 notes

“Wearing a hijab isn’t inherently liberating – but neither is baring one’s breasts. What is liberating is being able to choose either of these things. It’s pretty ludicrous to think that oppression is somehow proportional to how covered or uncovered someone’s body is. Both sides of this argument present a shallow understanding of women’s empowerment, which only drowns out the substantive challenges facing all women – issues that cannot be encapsulated in a debate about a piece of fabric.”

Sara Yasin, Is the Hijab Worth Fighting Over?

(via rcabbasi)

(via leukocytes)

3:40 pm  10,330 notes

classic-art:

“I keep on making what I cant do yet in order to learn to be able to do it.”


-Vincent van Gogh

12:34 pm  31 notes

“Do you fall in love often?
Yes, often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”

— Jeanette Winterson (via fabulousbitch69)

(Source: 5000letters, via attacked)

3:20 pm  3,734 notes

“My ambition and pleasure are to understand, not to act.”

— Aldous Huxley

3:04 pm  1 note

“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind.”

— Charles Bukowski (via ryandonato)

(Source: ryandonato)

11:56 pm  628 notes

“I understand that nobody understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.”

— Audrey Tautou (via lunaoki)

(Source: lazyteen, via lunaoki)

7:36 pm  9,531 notes

“The world doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand the world, that’s why I’ve withdrawn from it.”

— Paul Cézanne (via lunaoki)

(Source: larmoyante, via lunaoki)

12:07 am  5,748 notes

“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

— David Foster Wallace (via paradoxicalsentiments)

8:57 pm  72 notes

s.t.