I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often. Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via loveandeloquence) 23,228 notes
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Mateusz Anacki in “Last Breath of Summer” Photographed by Wojciech Jachyra and Styled by Dorian Dandis