- her: come over
- me: I can't my dog just fell asleep on my lap
- her: my parents aren't home
- me: he is ASLEEP
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that’s the result of a chance meeting too. You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another.
—Charles Bukowski (via citatos)
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
—Charles Bukowski (via all-the-ways-things-are)
How to spot a nerd: See if they’re wearing this, then take their lunch money
I think you meant, then see if they want to have an in-depth conversation about it. Because taking their lunch money makes you a bully.
And being a bully makes you an asshole.