After the confetti is swept and the champagne bottles are tossed a more sober reality will take hold. Not just that her… — Marc Cooper Copy Share Image
“Sundays are like confetti floating in the air in slow motion, in the evening they reach the ground and you hope a… — Alain Bremond-Torrent Copy Share Image
There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
