Bree

“each man's hell is in a different place:
mine is just up and behind
my ruined face.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.”
― Charles Bukowski

“my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw”
― Charles Bukowski