Hey, I love you.

A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey

—Time flies (via esssence)

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…Writers remember everything…especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.
Art consists of the persistence of memory.

—Stephen King, Misery (via wordsnquotes)

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I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.

—Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)

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I want to
let her know
that all the nights
beside her

even the useless
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be

I love

—Charles Bukowski (via quotes-shape-us)

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