i sometimes am a llama

time it was, and what a time it was, it was
a time of innocence, a time of confidences
long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you

“I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.”

— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via lovelyloathsome)

“i ate it all; plastic, diamonds and sugar-coated arsenic as we danced in honey and sea-salt sprinkled laxative. coral blossomed portraits in rembrandt light; cheekbones high and fashionable. snap! goes the moment; a photograph is time travel, like the light of dead stars painting us with their warm, titanic blood. parasitic kaleidoscopes and psychotropic glow worms stop me dead in my tracks. aphids sucking the red off a rose, but for beauty i will gladly feed my life into the mouths of rainbows; their technicolor teeth cutting prisms and smiling benevolently on the pallid hue of the working class hero.”


photo: Myscha Oréo



photo: Myscha Oréo

“You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”

— Charles Bukowski, Women (via itsherblog)

I don’t wanna be your friend
I just wanna be your lover
No matter how it ends
No matter how it starts


why do pop punk bands think they need like 6 opening bands. why? do you guys travel in packs? more people to chip in to order pizza? are you ALL getting out of this town???