Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via heavydrug)
(Source: honey-mint, via writeofme)
*gives people advice when i cant even handle my own problems*
if you make fun of me once then i will probably think about it for the rest of my life so thank you
