April 11, 2014
"'Kid you're no fighter,' he told me,
and I got up and knocked him over a chair;
it was like a scene in a movie, and
he stayed there on his big rump and said
over and over, ‘Jesus, Jesus, whatsamatta wit
you?’ and I got up and dressed,
the tape still on my hands, and when I got home
I tore the tape off my hands and
wrote my first poem,
and I’ve been fighting ever since."

— Charles Bukowski,  excerpt from “The Loser”  (via rustyvoices)

April 11, 2014
word-stuck:

philotimo / filotimo φιλότιμο (submitted by vic-tree-bel)

word-stuck:

philotimo / filotimo φιλότιμο (submitted by vic-tree-bel)

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