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 alexisclara)
“it is eleven o clock, and
twenty minutes until the morning
and I am awake
if you are awake or if
you have fallen asleep
and if you happen to be awake
if you are thinking about me
you have better things
to think about”—(cyberunfamous)