Of the many men who I am, who we are,
I can’t find a single one;
they disappear among my clothes,
they’ve left for another city.
When everything seems to be set
to show me off as intelligent,
the fool I always keep hidden
takes over all that I say.
Just an excerpt.
— Charles Bukowski (via loverofstories)
DEMENTED THEME BY: FUCKYEAHADEK POWERED BY: TUMBLR
