give it to me dark and saucy.
join me as i adventure through the small town big city that couldn't swallow you whole if it tried.
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(Source: yakecoj)

it’s like a party but without the confetti, 12:15 am. there is nothing you can do except to carry on wearing the same skin.

we make these messes for fun, not for an excuse to stick around.

alliwantarewindows:

shapeandcolour:filmores gets the #G20. via @trav1dr
haha filmores..

oh god. i walk past this every day of my life.

alliwantarewindows:

shapeandcolour:filmores gets the #G20. via @trav1dr

haha filmores..

oh god. i walk past this every day of my life.

yakecoj:
yakecoj:

(via predicament)

even though i sit awake all night i still wonder how it ever becomes five am

notes on a comet that made impact 13 years go

-the most loving

-the most selfless

-the most free

-i ask you never to rest in peace but to always buzz about feeding that insatiable and vivacious sense of curiosity, the most incredible and massive sense of adventure, and please to always leave little traces of yourself everywhere because the world has always been and will always be better with your spin on it.

-much love, brother 

yakecoj:

strikealight:

..and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again..

-bukowski.

so much bukowski today.

“For Jane”, by Charles Bukowski

everythinginthesky:

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love 
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights 
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were 
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.