You can’t touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck 

Even the devil himself doesn’t know where a woman like that sharpens her knives

‚ÄčI’m an extremist, I have to deal with my own extreme personality, and I walk the fine line of wanting to die and wanting to be the ruler of it all.


I’m always surprised, but not, in vulnerable moments when waking up too early or staying up way too late (or both), how much the things that Bukowski wrote speak to me. 

This is the first time that I’ve read any of these, and I love them:

It’s true – it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply. But its comforting to know that I’m not the only one. The few, the proud, and the emotional.