"People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water."

Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)

Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”

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baaaaahaahaa

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#bukowski is the worst #bukowski is literally everything i hate 

My feminist thoughts

amira1987:

Most of the feminists want to look like men. I don’t understand that. You look like as you want to, but I think being feminist means you are woman and you are strong like this. We don’t need to be a man, so we don’t need to look like a man to be strong, independent, rich with our own money, or recognized. You won’t be stronger or smarter if you are hairy or don’t wash your hair or look like a woodcutter. One of my favorite shows is Vikings. Look at Lagertha: she is beautiful, she wears beautiful dresses, but when they are fighting, we fights in armor with sword and shield. You can be both: woman and warrior.

Found while looking up quotes from Thomas Bernhard’s “Woodcutters”

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museumofcontemporarycats:

Grey Gardens, Albert and David Maysles (1976)

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pooperscoopin:

katsplanet:

whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye

HELP

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@3 days ago with 79451 notes
#this is a cat blog 

Charles Wright, “Stray Paragraphs in February, Year of the Rat”

poem-locker:

East of town, the countryside unwrinkles and smooths out
Unctuously toward the tidewater of the gruff Atlantic.
A love of landscape’s a true affection for regret, I’ve found,
Forever joined, forever apart,
                                                outside us yet ourselves.

Renunciation, it’s hard to learn, is now our ecstasy.
However, if God were still around,
                                               he’d swallow our sighs in his nothingness.

The dregs of the absolute are slow sift in my blood,
Dead branches down after high winds, dead yard grass and
            undergrowth—
The sure accumulation of all that’s not revealed
Rises like snow in my bare places,
                                                            cross-whipped and openmouthed.

Our lives can’t be lived in flames.
Our lives can’t be lit like saints’ hearts,
                                                           seared between heaven and earth.

February, old head-turner, cut us some slack, grind of bone
On bone, such melancholy music.
Lift up that far corner of the landscape,
                                                     there, toward the west.
Let some of the deep light in, the arterial kind.

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image

@15 hours ago
#wig splat #we splat #etc. 
museumofcontemporarycats:

London, Hackney, July 2013(photo: nine yamamoto-masson)

museumofcontemporarycats:

London, Hackney, July 2013
(photo: nine yamamoto-masson)

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Volcano: An Inquiry into the Life and Death of Malcolm Lowry 

thatmaycomeinuseful:

I haven’t watched this yet but I’m a big Lowry fan.  He seems rather forgotten about these days.

Just watched it last night.  What a very strange doc.  It’s informative about Lowry’s life but some of the footage of ’70s Mexico and New York City, accompanied by disturbing music, and a cast of interviewees who are odd (to say the least) makes this a bit of an strange viewing experience at times.

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pcapitated:

The Thick of It [4x02]

@3 days ago with 2551 notes
#i just can't 

B.C. First Nation along pipeline route officially rejects Northern Gateway plan 

resistkxl:

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