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A lost forgotten sad spirit Poland | 15
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

— Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All  (via whitenes-s)

Posted on Lip. 28th (10:09pm), 16 godzin temu
disorienteddreams:

Gycklarnas Afton / Sawdust and Tinsel (Ingmar Bergman, 1953)
vintagelibraries:

Public Library of Cincinnati & Hamilton County, ca. 1927.

legitimism:

Do you ever wonder how many people have loved you and never told you?

Posted on Lip. 28th (1:36pm), 1 dzień temu
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