My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
- (58/365) by (KJ)
(Source: kjpoems, via ochabang)
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
- Charles Bukowski
(Source: goodreads.com, via thatkindofwoman)
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
- Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenská