Several times I asked myself, “Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?” And I searched for an answer to my questions in every area of knowledge acquired by man. For a long time I carried on my painstaking search; I did not search casually, out of mere curiosity, but painfully, persistently, day and night, like a dying man seeking salvation. I found nothing.
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2 days ago // 66 notes
I am inside someone
who hates me.
Amiri Baraka, “An Agony. As Now.”
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3 days ago // 6,700 notes
Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
Sara Zarr, Story of a Girl
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3 days ago // 2,128 notes
I wonder what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I just keep wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world of self destruction. Like as if I want to see myself fail completely and disappear.
1 week ago // 52 notes
i miss how things used to be, fake and make belive, but it felt so real
1 week ago // 0 notes
Did you hear them talking? Yes, yes you did. Did their opinion matter? Perhaps a little, perhaps not at all. Now, do you hear your own voice? Yes, yes
; only to this shiny, fragile string of dreams you shall respond to.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Late Notebooks
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1 week ago // 421 notes
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
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1 week ago // 48,531 notes
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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2 weeks ago // 20 notes
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.
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2 weeks ago // 11,229 notes
And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
2 weeks ago // 77 notes
You can’t fill loneliness with people you have no intention of loving.
Codi Ann Thomsen
2 weeks ago // 1,558 notes