—a Memory Of Wind, By Rachel Swirsky

And these are my vices: impatience, bad temper, wine, the more than occasional cigarette, an almost unquenchable thirst to be kissed. a hunger that isn’t hunger but something like fear…

Cecilia Woloch, from “Fireflies,” Carpathia (via lifeinpoetry)

Therapy // All time low

               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

Charles Bukowski  (via jungminhee)

Face it, our way is the way. I mean, we scare people into not being assholes.

Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways: Selected Poems; “His Story,”