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i never look as pretty as i want to feel.


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lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.
If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.
If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.
If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.


Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.
Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself
and it will keep on doing it until you die 
or it dies in you.
There is no other way.


And there never was.
Charles Bukowski
Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here
For more of my art visit me here:
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lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper

If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.



Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die 

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.



And there never was.

Charles Bukowski

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest


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You are cold and you are callous. You have no good and your writing is shit. You always strive to be better. You can't be and you won't be. You're corrupt, you're horrible, you're wrong. This isn't a troll message. You're just disgusting,
Anonymous

I won’t waste much time with this one.  But I think you are great for having your own opinion.  I hope you figure your struggles out and find some dreams to chase or something kind of like that. heart.


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"You don’t disappointment me." - b


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dontcryjustacid:

Bad Kids Stay High

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I’m going to write about what’s going on in Ferguson, MO for a second.

Being from St. Louis, this hits so close to home. You DO NOT have compassion when you are destroying your own community. You are destroying your home, your life; your memories are now filling up with hateful acts that you may never regret, but I hope one day you do.

Right now, you looters, you anarchists, you thieves and vandals with bandanas over your faces - you’re destroying your community. What you may not realize is you’ve also birthed the very community you are destroying. A community is your creation. This community is our creation. And with every theft, every assault, and every threat, YOU are bringing it down. You are attacking OUR community.

To those who participated in peaceful vigils, who cried for their community, who held hands, who asked why, who prayed, who helped, who sought answers - thank you.

You are the community. You are thriving. And you are heard.


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normally, i’ll welcome insanity. 
but these days, i question
where the fuck my mind is at.

normally, i’ll welcome insanity.
but these days, i question
where the fuck my mind is at.


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write me a note. if you hate me, like me, love me, stalk me.

i’d like it on this empty day :)

i will respond to it all.


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i feel like every kiss
is met with spite,
and the free bird in
me dies just a little -
knowing everything
i want to be is just
a disappointment to you.


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i thought i had it figured out.
i never do. but i try - at least.

what’s this game?
whats my image?
where’s the time?

it’s all a bunch of bullshit.

and i’m going to be sad about it.


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Dry

you are boring on my
fingertips. you’ve been
read, and i’ve been able to
put you down, only to forget
where i left off - in the way
a person might forget a
parking ticket; you were
not much of exquisite content.
a tedious rapture that stopped
me for a moment, as i took a
breath, and you weren’t much
of a shooting star or a sunrise
or a moon so deep in the night sky,
you lose a breath. you were
the boring on my fingertips.


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Holy cuss can you write beautifully.

I appreciate feedback more than you know.

Thank you so much!!

I love your blog :-)


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work thoughts.

work thoughts.


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a stormy night like tonight.

a stormy night like tonight.


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