#charles bukowski core

[thesecretstoriesofme]

I need to find my people

Xoxo

Amanda

💋

[soulsunpoets]

[Text id: I will even make a hole in my heart for you to hold. Do not ask of me, anything more than that]

[dactylicreveries]

-Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

[solitudeismyeuphoria]

“Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.”

Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

Instagram: @solitudeismyeuphoria

[bluryyyblu]

[deadpoetsdeath]

Why don't some people not understand poetry?

Maybe they try to logically counter the words.

Poetry is a form of art, it can only be felt within oneself. It shows us a higher truth in a non-literal way hence, trying to find literal certainty while encountering poetry doesn't really help.

This can be understood through music. A Good music always starts with it's lyricism and lyrics are nothing but poetry composed by the artist. We don't think logically about our favourite music while listening to it, we feel it. We feel it's rhythm. We feel it's lyrics. And poetry should be treated the same way.

[thedeadpoetsraven]

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

— Charles Bukowski, The people look like flowers at last

[goosefeathered]

1813-1883, Charles Bukowski, You get so alone at times that it just makes sense

[raeiyyn]

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

[leedelight]

You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski

[thesecretstoriesofme]

Charles Bukowski you make me feel feisty

[x-heesy]

ШΔҜΣ MΣ UP ШHΣΠ I’M DΣΔD 🥱

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#charlesbukowski #bukowski #bukowskiquotes #bukowskis #charlesbukowskiquotes ThanX my luv @len0r 🤘

Dᴀʏᴢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴢᴇ

The sound of doom

Motherfucker burn 🔥

[cogliunamela]

I don’t want you for anyone else—nor for myself.

I want you for the void; the darkness in me you could not fill.

[hecatesdelights]

[sinligh]

i want peace,

not the measured one that life offers me from time to time like a band-aid that will be ripped off before I heal

I want it like a graft,

patching up the exposed areas that i scraped off of my soul to feel lighter..

to move on.

I’m trying to write an independent story from all the tragedies of the women around me

digging my own plot with my nails on the exact same rocks that were used

to stone them..

carrying the guilt of that, the way they carried the shame of existence. The only difference is i refuse to ask for forgiveness.

sometimes it feels like all my feelings are over felt, if not by me then someone else.

I've seen it over and over again I, the eye of an outsider

or that of the storm

stood still when it all spiraled around me, I held on to the rubble,

and cemented myself back together

more often than not, I did it with rage so whenever i got spilled, like blood under an old rug,

with all my particles separated into different identities, unseen, uncared for while i floated in an astral projection status

Ironically, the core was always one

rage, rage again…

aging rage!

It's all that i know, it's all the shades.

I exist, Like an ugly bruise

Violet fading to blue, violent, contrasting the softness that i long for.

I can't seem to explain my existence to anyone, not even myself.

a bruise, self inflicted or not, I can’t stop examining it, obsessively

dissecting pieces of my soul, trying to find a marker for the malicious cells that overgrown my own.

In the daylight I get fascinated by the way it changes colors, and when sleep sits heavy on my eyelids i press on it harder,

curious to where will i draw my threshold line.. do i know how to exist without all this pain?

am i just a phantom of coping mechanisms, and survival instincts,

Shades of hysteria, along with estrogen ?

this world constantly seems bigger than me, that’s my only comfort.

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• Quotes: Taylor Swift/ Charles Bukowski/ Henry Miller/ anne sexton/ Louis Tomlinson/ Anaïs Nin/ Rainer Maria Rilke.

•original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. painting by marta astrain. 2. Omen, 1886, by Emile Corsi 3. Oil paintings by Jen Mazza 4. Art by Liu Yuanshou 5. Art (detail) by Arthur Gain

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[meigamente-grossa]

Legendas para fotos.

De perto ela é linda, por dentro ela é única.

Os olhos não precisam de legenda.

Ao menor sinal de amor, retribua! 💜✨

De luz em luz eu me tornei o próprio sol. ☀️

De alma leve e mente livre, o coração só pulsa amor. 💙

In a sunshine state of mind (Em um estado de espírito ensolarado)

Be a little more you, and a lot less them. (Seja um pouco mais você e um pouco menos os outros)

Conserve sua luz mas ame sem economia. 💝

A vida é muito curta para brilhar apenas no Carnaval.

Os olhos dela são da cor do cabelo e sempre que o sol batia ela brilhava por inteiro e de todas as lembranças, essa sempre vai ser a minha favorita. 🌸

Tem que ser imensa para saber ser sozinha.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky. - Rumi (Somente com o coração você pode tocar o céu)

Coloca o mundo no mudo e escuta seu coração. ❤

Make today magical. (Faça o hoje mágico)

Brilhe sem medo menina, a luz que te ilumina vem lá de cima!🌟

Feita de ferro e flor. 🌻

Keep your heels, head and standards hight. (Mantenha seus saltos, cabeça e padrões altos)

Dream big, sparkle more, be strong. (Sonhe grande, brilhe mais, seja forte)

Dream without fear, love without limits. (Sonhe sem medo, ame sem limites)

She is fierce. (Ela é feroz)

Sobre ela? Alma transparente, sorriso aberto, gênio forte, coração sensível.

Decifra-me, mas não me concluas.

A beleza começa quando você decide ser você mesma.

I am my own definition of perfect. (Eu sou minha própria definição de perfeita)

Transbordo, não nego, volto quando couber.

Uma mulher de sol deve sempre estar iluminada ☀️

As vezes você precisa ser a bela e a fera.

Se você vir alguém sem um sorriso, dê a ele um de seus.

He said, "you are beautiful" I told him "Beautiful is a lazy and lousy way to describe me." - Ijeoma Umebinyuo. (Ele disse: "Você é bonita". Eu respondi: "Bonita é um jeito preguiçoso e torpe de me descrever.")

Seu brilho é diferente quando você está feliz.

But I see your true colors shining through. I see your true colors and that’s why I love you. So don’t be afraid to let them show your true colors. True colors are beautiful like a rainbow - Cyndi Lauper (Mas eu vejo suas verdadeiras cores brilhando. Eu vejo suas verdadeiras cores e é por isso que eu amo você. Portanto, não tenha medo de deixá-los mostrar suas cores verdadeiras. As cores verdadeiras são lindas como um arco-íris - Cyndi Lauper)

Perfectly imperfect. (Perfeitamente imperfeita)

Just a summer kind of girl. (Apenas um tipo de garota do verão.)

Strawberry lipstick state of mind. - Harry Styles (Estado de espírito batom de morango)

E se você tem a capacidade de amar, ame primeiro a si mesmo. - Charles Bukowski

É preciso salgar os pés para adoçar a alma.

Her smile is like armor & every day she go to war. (O sorriso dela é como uma armadura e todos os dias ela vai para a guerra)

Não importa o que o mundo diz: Gente bonita é gente feliz!

Nunca fui do tipo que faz sentido. 🍃

A melhor maquiagem é a luz do sol no rosto. ☀️

Can see the night skies in the mirror of your eyes. (Posso ver os céus da noite no espelho de seus olhos.)