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Anonymous asked: how's your heart?

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with the whores
I always had this certain
contentment -
I wouldn’t call it
happiness -
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occurring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade -
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror -
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

(“how is your heart?” - charles bukowski)

f-ierc-e:

srry for my fandom

frontmen:

im supposed to be memorizing latin but instead im sitting in my floor wearing a corset and listening to my friend’s badn play what is my life (can u tell im blushing)(i should stop taking pics of myself)(w/e almost no one is online anyway)

omg ur so cute ur blushing