djabrahamlincolnsmom
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski (via wordsthat-speak)
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eridanampervert:

genocidersyooo:

when life gives you lemons what do you do

DONT MAKE LEMONADE

MAKE LIFE TAKE THE LEMONS BACK!

GET MAD!

I DONT WANT YOUR DAMN LEMONS WHAT IM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THESE?

DEMAND TO SEE LIFES MANAGER. MAKE LIFE RUE THE DAY IT THOUGHT IT COULD GIVE, *CAVE JOHNSON* LEMONS.

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!

IM THE MAN WHOS GONNA BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN, WITH THE LEMONS! 

IM GONNA GET MY ENGINEERS TO INVENT A COMBUSTIBLE LEMON THAT’LL BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN.