I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. the hell of myself.– Charles Bukowski (via hellanne)
apocalypsepoet: maybe it’s late spring nights but there’s something calling me to the woods and the mountains to run with the wild things, to forget how much you were to me.
roggyscanvas: The truth is I don’t want my mind When it gets like this
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the...– Elay Neal Moses (via weaverofstars)