I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.

(via work-hard-no-excuses)

(via hookedheart)

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 (via alfsaga)

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