"Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."

Charles Bukowski  (via closedforprayer)

(Source: mytheatreofcruelty, via closedforprayer)

ckings:

i like my men how i like my tea

thrown in the boston harbor

I like my men like I like my wine.

Twelve years old and locked in a basement. 

I like my men how I like my meat

ground up and in the freezer

I like my men how I like my books

bound in leather

I like my men how I like my homework

spread all over the table

one on top of the other

I’m so done with this site omg

welcome to tumblr everyone

(Source: alpakanaitis, via futuredoctorsandcoffee)