I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then.
by Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via fawun)
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Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
by L’ Échappée, Les Discrets (via fawun)
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