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  • #1
    Bob Marley
    “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”
    Bob Marley

  • #2
    William S. Burroughs
    “Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”
    William S. Burroughs

  • #3
    William S. Burroughs
    “A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. ”
    William S. Burroughs

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “Do you hate people?”

    “I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
    Charles Bukowski, Barfly

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “those who escape hell
    however
    never talk about
    it
    and nothing much
    bothers them
    after
    that.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
    Charles Bukowski



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