There are always worse things you could do.: "How often do you think about me?" She asked, still staring past him....
"How often do you think about me?" She asked, still staring past him.
"I think about you too much." He said and he meant it. Every thought was tinged with bit of her and when he’d turn his head a certain way he could smell her perfume lingering on his unwashed shirt’s collar. He would sit down…
Style + Substance: Bukoski Poem on Style
Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
(Source: workhardforthis, via styleandsubstance)