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It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. 
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via crystalpest)
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. (Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via crystalpest)
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. 
