❝ 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. ❞
 Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)

(Source: booksandnerds)

a bouquet of clumsy words:: everythingiscopacetic: you kiss mepassionatelyand press your bodyon...

everythingiscopacetic:

you kiss me
passionately
and press your body
on top of mine
and it feels something
like comfort
or control
or domination
or romance
like our limbs are
being slowly sewn
together
from our fingertips
to our waists
and down to
our weak ankles.

i don’t know much
about…