"Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know."
"if I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers of what I am
of what remains."
— Charles Bukowski (via wistless)I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers of what I am
of what remains."
(Source: thepoetrycollection, via mykindafairytalee)
