“I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside hereven the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendidand the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:I love
you.”Charles Bukowski
i’m looking for a romantic way to say i hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes




Cinderella hated her job but she was too broke to quit. A part of her didn’t care enough to quit anyway. What else would she do? It was stupid to think she could really be a photographer. Better to just accept her life and get used to it.
Then one night as she lay awake listening to the mice scratch against the walls, she closed her eyes and said quietly,
“A dream is a wish your heart makes,
When you’re fast asleep…
I don’t need everything to go right in my life,
I just wish I could care again.
Please. I just need to believe it’s possible.”



