those faces you see every day on the streets
were not created
entirely without
hope: be kind to them:
like you
they have not
escaped.
by Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via introspectivepoet)

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If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day.
by Calvin and Hobbes (via icarusambition)

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