wouldn’t it be cool if jellyfish floated around in air instead of water but they didn’t sting you instead they gave you little kisses and rubbed your forehead with their tentacles
"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."
written by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via patehtic)
written by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via patehtic)