Today feels like that day I tried to make a cake for my roommate and realized there were ants in the batter.
There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid...– Herman Hesse (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the...– Kurt Vonnegut [Breakfast of Champions] (via pollgold)
Arts critics are ‘eunuchs expressing how sex ought to be enjoyed’.– “Cloud Atlas”: Terribly ambitious (via azspot)
To enjoy the rainbow, first enjoy the rain.– Paulo Coelho (via ceedling)
Je n’existe pas
I came home one day from school after being chased by kids singing “Yellow...– Dhani Harrison (via james-winston)
You tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer...– “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via ceedling)
I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real. – Hunter S. Thompson (via 13thmoon)
Dream! Forge yourself and rise Out of your mind and into others. Men, be...– Clive Barker (via nautics)
Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we...– Clive Barker, Abarat (via toxicfriend)
You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in...– John Berger Ways of Seeing (via spartanbitch) This is super fucking relevant. And why self portraits (selfies) are often such an act of self preservation and resistance. (via sexxxisbeautiful)
February has always been The time I interrupted Your disappointed solitude And just when you adjusted When your ears no longer rang From silence I came spilling from her womb New cells and first breathes Your face looked at mine. Your confusion Mirrored In my existence.
My primary relationship is with myself – all others are mirrors of it.– Shakti Gawain (via lightningr0se)