"For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment’s human suffering."

— Albert Camus, The Plague (via man-of-prose)

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"Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen."

— Henry Miller (via adderalldust)

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"What I want
is
a place
out of mind."

— Sylvia Plath, The Eye-Mote  (via unmaiden)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via aconstantfriend)

themaninthegreenshirt:

Hunter S. Thompson, Mexico, 1974

themaninthegreenshirt:

Hunter S. Thompson, Mexico, 1974

(via myplaceoryours)

"

tonight this room is smoky
and I am alone
listening to the silence.
I am tired of waiting on life,
it was so slow to arrive and so quick to
leave.
the streets and the cities are
empty,
love is on the damned cross
and death laughs in the back
room.

"

On the edge - Charles Bukowski

(via dirtbagdebutante)

(via forgetthesocialscene)

1000scientists:

Chi Young Sung The Earth of Demeter, 2007 Acrylic on canvas, 39.4 x 31.5 in.

1000scientists:

Chi Young Sung
The Earth of Demeter, 2007
Acrylic on canvas, 39.4 x 31.5 in.

(via buggiebuggy)

"About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she murmured, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone."

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via fromtheashirise)

(Source: talesofpassingtime, via fromtheashirise)

"She looked away. I thought she was looking for another cigarette. Then I saw she was crying. I could feel her crying. Shaking and crying. She wouldn’t look up. I put my arms around her."

— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via amorcondussenoiadunamorte)

mfjr:

MoMA - The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh 

mfjr:

MoMA - The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh 

(via violentwavesofemotion)

 

lindsaylohoean:

how many calories do u burn by sliding down a wall crying

(Source: lindsaylohoean, via unsmokable)

"what i want is to be
aware of the spaces between stars, to breathe
continuously the sources of sky,
a veined sail moving,
my love never setting
foot to the dark
anvil of earth"

Pat Lowther, from “Random Interview,” in Time Capsule (with thanks to a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

(via lifeinpoetry)