"It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written."

Robert Hass (via victoriousvocabulary)

(via johnpaulbrammer)

we drank, drugged, stayed in the
center of the rug, through sunset,
sunrise, played Scrabble for 8
or ten hours

each time I went in to piss she
stole the letters she needed
she was a survivor, the
bitch

-Excerpt from “the great lover” by Charles Bukowski