I don’t care if you’re some Prince Charming wannabe. I don’t care if you’ve swam the deepest ocean. I don’t care if you’ve climbed the highest mountain. I don’t even care if you’re brave enough to face monsters, dragons, or whatever just to get to me. If I don’t feel anything for you.. then I don’t.
She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via theimperfectideal)
I can’t tell you how I feel because I don’t feel in sentences. My feelings aren’t in words.