life on paper is so much more
pleasurable:
there are no bombs or flies or
landlords or starving
cats Charles Bukowski - The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses over the Hill (via henrycharlesbukowski)
pleasurable:
there are no bombs or flies or
landlords or starving
cats Charles Bukowski - The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses over the Hill (via henrycharlesbukowski)
(via unicornology)