▲ | reblog | orig | 2 months ago

But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration. Herman Hesse (Demian)

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▲35 | reblog | 3 months ago

I’m a god — I’m not the God. I don’t think. Bill Murray, Groundhog Day (via dontfuckingquoteme)
▲6 | reblog | 3 months ago

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves. Virginia Woolf - The Years  (via typewriterjazz)

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▲1517 | reblog | 5 months ago

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us, and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die. Henry Miller  (via youngfolksociety)

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▲251 | reblog | 5 months ago

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff. Carl Sagan, Cosmos (via pigmenting)
▲6387 | reblog | 5 months ago

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via ikeapunx)

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▲329 | reblog | 6 months ago

fourhymns: Plath

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Plath

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▲756 | reblog | orig | 6 months ago

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else. Isaac Asimov (via trapecistaencatarsis)

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▲564 | reblog | 7 months ago

The tension is here between who you are and who you could be; between how it is and how it should be. Switchfoot. Dare You To Move (via songspeaks)
▲44 | reblog | 8 months ago

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
▲7454 | reblog | 8 months ago

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via left-nut)
▲849 | reblog | 8 months ago

I’ve decided never to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit. Ten minutes ago, I saw death everywhere. Now it’s just the opposite. Look at the sea, the waves, the sky. Life may be sad, but it’s always beautiful. Anna Karina, Pierrot le Fou  (via valse-des-fleurs)

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▲1958 | reblog | 8 months ago

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible. It’s yours. Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand (via aigla)
▲55 | reblog | 8 months ago

There arent really any mistakes in life. They might seem to knock you out of proportion at the time, but if you have the courage and the ability and the confidence to go on, well, then you can’t look at it as a failure, you just have to look at it as a blessing in a way. Bob Dylan 1976, From “No Direction Home” by Robert Shelton (via princess-steppenwolf)
▲25 | reblog | 9 months ago