21/8/2011
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“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
—
Charles Bukowski (via rarararambles)
(via bathroomstallpoetry)
(Source: cite-belle)
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