" It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. "
Charles Bukowski (via blackestdespondency)
" I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6. "