"

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

People so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

People just are not good to each other
one on one.

The rich are not good to the rich,
the poor are not good to the poor.

We are afraid.

Our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

It hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

Or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.

"

— Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell. (via ruineshumaines)

I feel like this is a time that I am truly developing as an artist. I’m getting better and better, my own version of “better.” Whether it be my singing voice, my guitar playing, my writing (lyrically/melodically), my painting/drawing skills, and my photography - it’s just all evolving at once and I feel like a fucking gusher. Only not as full of sugar. I have so much to fucking give to everyone and everything that I could burst into flames and become a lovely wood-burned soul. I can’t wait to share myself with the world. It won’t be too much longer.

So my dad’s girlfriend said that she saw Nirvana in concert, that’s fucking awesome. She’s the only person I’ve met that’s ever actually seen them.