“I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.”
— Screams from the balcony, Charles Bukowski (via forlornes)
“…and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”
— Requiem for a Dream by Hubert Selby Jr. (via falenir)
