when I have a poem accepted by a magazine that prints so-called quality poetry, I ask myself where I have failed.
—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
If I were a woman, I would want a man. I would want a man who would listen to me, not hit me, and be smart. Know about poetry and literature, not be like this guy whose knuckles are scraping the ground, some drooling neanderthal. I would want an articulate, sensitive man… who could whoop that ass.
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Henry Rollins (via fuckyeahhenryrollins)
amen.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
