I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via sad-plath)
가슴이 구멍 나서 막아보려 해도 자꾸 바람이 샌다.
I try to block the hole in my heart but the wind keeps coming in
Don’t stop until you’re satisfied. You want an explanation? Ask. You want to be successful? Work. Don’t settle for results you don’t want. Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.
― (the best advice a teacher has ever given me)