Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via idiotshitbaby)
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
let’s just ban marriage entirely
no one can get married
we get drunk and hold giant orgies in the streets instead
equality










