I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love. Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via whyallcaps)

(via 1992dylan)

129 notes
some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them
alone. C. Bukowski, A Poem for Swingers
0 notes