Post reblogged from Post Fredonia Depression with 3 notes
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When you were 18:
When you were over 21 and it wasn’t your house:
Quote reblogged from Erik Angstrom with 233 notes
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
never know that he’s in there.
Source: balkanluk
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
Quote reblogged from Erik Angstrom with 136 notes
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before and she may love again. But, if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect, you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking of you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, dont change her, dont analyze her, and dont expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she is not there.
#wisdom
Source: xtinebm
Post reblogged from Words of Whiskey with 6 notes
Swag is for boys
Class is for men
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