(via angels-are-dirty)
"Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily."
Lemony Snicket (via nanananaey)
(Source: the-ramblings-of-the-writers, via joannwatsonn)
(via nevver)
"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
Charles Bukowski (via klonazepam)
(Source: 13neighbors, via klonazepam)
(via ladrao-de-ceus)
"Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty."
H.P. Lovecraft, In Defence of Dagon (via mirroir)
(Source: thepoetoaster, via mirroir)
"Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet."
E.R. Frank, Life Is Funny (via munstersandghosts)
(Source: simply-quotes, via munstersandghosts)
(via prussians)
"To keep your face expressionless was not difficult, and even your breathing could be controlled, with an effort: but you could not control the beating of your heart"
George Orwell, 1984 (via kiboun)
(Source: gwaines, via avengerlicious)
"And don’t tell me God works in mysterious ways,” Yossarian continued. … “There’s nothing mysterious about it, He’s not working at all. He’s playing. Or else He’s forgotten all about us. That’s the kind of God you people talk about, a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of Creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatological mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?"
Catch-22, Joseph Heller (via man-of-prose)
(Source: greeneyes55, via post-punk)
"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
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