okay so a friend and i decided to carry a mattress, 4 blankets, 3 pillows and a bag of alcohol to a cliff, we were drunk and high. all we wanted to do was spend time together and then we fell asleep and i woke up to this.
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
By Charles Bukowski (via hopelesslyhealing)