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monochrome-arts:

Welcome to Paradise.

Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via valley-child)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via dracarys-in-the-tardis)

Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.

His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.

letmeaskyouwhyy:

x

densify:

ugh can I be you

karla-world:

lovee