(Source: hardcoreforhardcore, via ufcfightermaggiemayhem)
overworked
underpaid
i have a letter to mail
living to die
"let me sleep
wisdom is in the dark
sweeping through the dark like brooms
I’m going where the summer flies have gone
try and catch me."
Charles Bukowski
"He’d carved the boy a flute from a piece of roadside cane and he took it from his coat and gave it to him. The boy took it wordlessly. After a while he fell back and after a while the man could hear him playing. A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called up from out of the ashes of its ruin."
The Road by Cormac McCarthy (via ofmelymbrosia)
(Source: ulnastyloid, via binyabinya)
