I really f n love Charles Bukowski.
He’s raw, real, brutal, offensive, honest and an interrogation spotlight on the shiny happy bullshit spread by people unwilling to settle in and get comfy with the darkness that’s a permanent part of being human.
There’s nothing wrong with ugly.
There’s nothing wrong with tragic.
It’s the balance to the good stuff. Hug it tight. Be with it. When others doubt when you say you’re ok cause they know dark shit is happening in your world… Rock on anyway.
Don’t force feeling!
When things don’t affect you the way others assume they should. F it.
My worlds been every shade of dark and every sound of despair. I walk with a flashlight and music in my hair.