I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever seen X I was all over her

fantastic mr fox

Let It Enfold You by Charles Bukowski read by Timothee Chalamet from the movie Beautiful Boy

I dont tell them about the dream i had the night before

Voices of Harry Dean Stanton and Nastassja Kinski

Excerpt from the phone booth scene in 'Paris, Texas' (1984) 
Directed by Wim Wenders, co-written by Sam Shepard and L.M. Kit Carson

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I can’t see you, Jane

Don’t go yet
Don’t go yet

I, I used to make up long speeches to you after you left
I used to talk to you all the time
Even though I was alone

I walked around for months talking to you

Now
I don’t know what to say
It was easier when I just imagined you

I even imagined you talking back to me
We’d have long conversations
The two of us
It was almost like you were there

I could hear you
I could see you, smell you
I could hear your voice

Sometimes your voice would wake me up
It would wake me up in the middle of the night
Just like you were there in the room with me

Then
It slowly faded
I couldn’t picture you anymore

I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to
But there was nothing there
I couldn’t hear you

Then
I just gave up
Everything stopped

You
Just disappeared

Now 
I’m working here
I hear your voice all the time
Every man has your voice

I tell him 
That you are coming

Travis

What?

I’ll be there

almost like you were there

not a lot, just forever x arthur morgan

jimmy fallon x you left me on suicide monday tiktok song

Voice memo

I was never going to be the one for you voicemail.

I was never going to be the one for you voicemail. (Lover, You Shouldve Have Come Over)

"Everytime I hope you pick up because I miss you a lot, and I miss you so much, And I can't say that I love you because that's a huge ass word but I miss you so much"

"I was really hoping you pick up because I miss you a lot and I miss you a lot" x Lover You Should'v

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you

when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.

I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,

I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.

peace and happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
and
addled
mind.

but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn’t different

from the
others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.

cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.

maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don’t know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,

I didn’t have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.http://bukowskiquotes.com/2018/11/charles-bukowski-poem-let-it-enfold-you-featured-in-movie-beautiful-boy/

Timothée Chalamet Reads 'Let It Enfold You' By Charles Bukowski

Amira Algohary