The right kind of hug

There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades
to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.

—Charles Bukowski, Oh Yes (via 119040825)

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Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, sit down with myself and explain that things were going to be okay, that everybody loses ground sometimes and it doesn’t mean anything. It’s the way life works. This is hard to understand in the moment. You get to thinking about the girl who rejected you, the job you got fired from, the test you failed, and you lose sight of the big picture — the fact that life has a beautiful way of remaking itself every few weeks. The things that matter right now aren’t going to matter a month from now, a year from now.

—Donald Miller (via suntanintexas)

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in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

— Charles Bukowski (The Pleasures of the Damned: Poems, 1951-1993)

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Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed.
Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend
we’re in a foreign country, and in love.

—The Road by Raymond Carver, from Where Water Comes Together With Other Water (via multumesc-pentru-amintiri)

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I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face.

—Lisa Kleypas (via allsortsofwrong)

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