And if you asked her, she'd never let go

how strange it is to be anything at all

I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

—Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)

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You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

—Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via loveyourchaos)

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