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"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all."

- Evelyn Waugh  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via lilacsunandsea)

"We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life."

- Carl Jung (via seabois)

(via lilacsunandsea)

"I’ve been writing so long and failing
so long that there is hardly anything anybody
can do to my balls now. I was always a very
slow starter, and even in my early twenties,
laying around drunk and jobless in N.Y., Atlanta,
Philly, New Orleans, Miami, St. Louis,
San Fran, I always had the thought:
“Bukowski, if you can ONLY LIVE TO BE FIFTY,
you will be there.” I am 47, and I might make
it. with me, it is this strange thing filling up
inside of me, day by day, year by year, I can
feel it happening through all the women and
drunks and fails and sleepless nights and
suicide days, I feel this FILLING THING working
down inside of me. deaht, of course, I meant
to say DEATH but doesn’t it spell nice
“deaht”—deaht is always there, but the filling
thing functions on merrily and without any
help from me. I’ve got some kind of LUNCH
stewing up inside and it’s nice to have, I
mean while walking down the street or shitting
or fucking or breaking your leg, it’s
there. how sweet can the gods get when and
while they are ripping you to pieces?"

-

Bukowski’s Letter  To Allen DeLoach
Late November, 1967

(Living On Luck: Selected Letters)