I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.
Charles Bukowski, “This Is What Killed Dylan Thomas.” South of No North. (via wordsnquotes)
Let’s be the same wound if we must bleed.
Let’s fight side by side, even if the enemy
is ourselves: I am yours, you are mine.
Tommy Olofsson, Sweden. (via queencersei)
I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via introspectivepoet)
There are still many more days of failure ahead, whole seasons of failure, things will go terribly wrong, you will have huge disappointments, but you have to prepare for that, you have to expect it and be resolute and follow your own path.
Anton Chekhov (via childrenofthetao)
I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.
Lee Krasner (via ikaythegod)