3:42pm "Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love."
Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via sein-wie-ich)

3:42pm "The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery."
Francis Bacon (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

10:02am "I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone."
Charles Bukowski (via quotes-shape-us)
5:54pm "Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most."
Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)

(via sedativa)

5:50pm "I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk."
Franz Kafka (via wordsnquotes)

(via panthadurhei)

5:46pm "What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have."
Roethke, “In a Dark Time.” (via literarymiscellany)
12:21pm "holiness for you
was always in the quiet
of the world,
never in the flesh of another.

the blood you lick from your lips
must taste like freedom."
Emily Palermo, excerpt of Artemis (via camilla-macauley)
12:21pm "So yesterday—was it yesterday?—yes, I’m sure it was, unless it was before that, another day, another month, another year—I don’t know. But it must be yesterday, since the day has not begun, the sun has not reappeared. How long has the night lasted?"
Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tales (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

12:17pm "I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life."
Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York (via bl-ossomed)

(via w-a-v-e)

7:15pm "Why struggle in vain?
Love has tied your little wings,
Sprinkled you with cheap perfume, set you fainting in the fire
And given you, in your thirst, hot tears to drink."
Meleager, Greek Anthology by McEvilley (2)