“my father always said, “early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house and we were up at dawn to the smell of coffee, frying bacon and scrambled eggs. my father followed this general routine for a lifetime and died young, broke, and, I think, not too wise. taking note, I rejected his advice and it became, for me, late to bed and late to rise. now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered the world but I’ve avoided numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some common pitfalls and have met some strange, wonderful people one of whom was myself—someone my father never knew.”— Charles Bukowski, “Throwing Away the Alarm Clock” (via larmoyante)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life; you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
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Fall is my favorite. Ever. Because of the crisp air, pumpkin and cinnamon apple candles, crunchy colorful leaves, pumpkins on every porch, sweaters and scarves and light jackets, the haunted hayrides, apple picking and wearing little boots and leggings, perfect weather, actually wanting to be outside all of the time, carving pumpkins and halloween and candy, just everything. It puts me in the best mood.
Fall is my favorite. Ever. Because of the crisp air, pumpkin and cinnamon apple candles, crunchy colorful leaves, pumpkins on every porch, sweaters and scarves and light jackets, the haunted hayrides, apple picking and wearing little boots and leggings, perfect weather, actually wanting to be outside all of the time, carving pumpkins and halloween and candy, just everything. It puts me in the best mood.
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