🦑By Their smell men may know Them-Their semblance no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind-of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man’s truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance🎨Michael Bukowski🦑#Lovecraft

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"The less I needed, the better I felt."

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Me ha costado un mes decidirme pero venga, ya sé a quién quiero. Esta es Bukowski, protagonista de y mi niña-demonio adorada. SIEMPRE lleva gorra y un par de coletas, pero cuando sus ojos brillan de color naranja, más te vale CORRER 🏃💨

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Impara a non distruggere con le parole quello che hai creato con il silenzio.

Charles Bukowski

🎨David Lloyd Glover - Sunrise

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The Pharmacy
Find your own remedy
I'll go for the Bukowski
At lethal doses
Preferably...
Art by Yang Jialun

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“Cats tell me without effort all that there is to know.” -Charles Bukowski
Art: Topsy Turvy by Marsha Elliot

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“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”

Charles Bukowski

Wenzel Hablik

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Non c'è vuoto più grande
di quando qualcuno
entra nella tua vita,
te la scombussola
e poi se ne va.
Charles Bukowski

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La vita va avanti amando chi non ci ama...
Charles Bukowski

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“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
I'd go crazy if I didn't occasionally take a break and paint like a madman. Did this piece of the great Charles using only two markers and thumb smudging. Merch at https://t.co/7MrjVJENn9

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cover art for "Bukowski, A Life: The Centennial Edition" by out this August

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If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Aerroscape

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:We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."

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“ Lui sapeva così poco di lei eppure oltre lui aveva saputo così tanto.”

✍️ C . Bukowski

Emilia Wilk

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If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Aerroscape

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romanticizing Henry Chinaski for some reason

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"Y levanto los ojos hacia
la ventana y pienso,
ya no sé dónde estás,
y sigo andando y me pregunto
adónde va la vida
cuando se detiene."
(Charles Bukowski)

© Edward Hopper

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