i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
Charles Bukowski | A3 | Charcoal on Paper
"Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."
why the hell do babies cry after they shit themselves like u got urself into this mess buddy dont make it everyone else’s problem. like have some fuckin responsibility for once