Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
― Charles Bukowski (via introspectivepoet)
I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fakinq-glory)