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And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to hell.
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The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New


The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New

It’s my purgatory, really. Dinner, drinks… Whatever. Never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway… ‘Cause it’s true. All women are, in… one way or another.
You know, there’s always something about every damn one of you. There’s a smile, a curve, a secret… You ladies really are the most amazing creatures. My life’s work. But then there’s the morning after. A hangover, and realizations that I’m not quite as available as I thought I was the night before. Then she’s gone, and I’m haunted by yet another road not taken.
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Maybe I should hide under your clit, he’d never find me there.
Hank (via hankmoodystyle)

It’s about a miserable piece of shit who drinks himself to death. I’m in the research phase.

Hank Moody, Californication

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Dear Karen,

That’s how it starts. I’ve been thinking about Us. Us with a capital U. The story of Us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the centre of it will never be anything less than a big, smiling mess. But here’s what I know for sure - our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty.

The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching… the gorgeous shimmering insanity of this city of ours… where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again. As a writer, I’m a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realise there’s no such thing. There’s no sunset — there’s just now, and there’s just the two of us. Which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes.

But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart… if you simply keep trying, and never, ever give up… no matter how many times you get it wrong. Until the beginning and end blur into something called until we meet again…

And that’s it, I didn’t know how to finish it, because it’s not over, it’ll never be over. As long as there’s you, and there’s me, and there’s hope, and grace.

- Hank Moody

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