Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
She says, she wants to drink
To see what her father finds special,
In each and every bottle.
I remind her, that’s how he started.”
ending the cycle
D.Kaur (via diariesofadesigirl)