To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain’t no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain’t no good
# lyrics# nick cave and the bad seeds
05.28.12
"I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning." - Charles Bukowski
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could find no
meaning." - Charles Bukowski
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski)
# charles bukowski
05.28.12 ♥ 1587
alone.





