I throw my mind out in the air — I desire to believe.
(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
knotting gnats
orangest
(via siranai)
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
(Source: thelenaubr, via violentwavesofemotion)
The rain says, Listen to Debussy,
go ahead, Debussy will fix you.
But the rain is a liar.
(Source: uutpoetry, via violentwavesofemotion)
And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.
(via violentwavesofemotion)
Vashti Bunyan plays to the crowds in 1968
(Source: samuel-long, via violentwavesofemotion)
And now this. Shock. Utter nihilistic shock. Perverse desire to retreat into not caring. I am incapable of loving or feeling now: self-induced. Out of it, kid. Read a story: Think. You can. You must, moreover, not continually run away while asleep - forget details - ignore problems - shut down walls up between you and the world and all the gay bright girls: - please think - snap out of this. Believe in some benefit force beyond your own limited self. You must not think escape like this. You must think.
(via liriodelirio)
I am sick with the self-seeking dives of my soul. Sick. I feel like a man who has seen everything but is decadently enfeebled precisely by this excess of self-awareness.
when my friends talk about their “couple friends”
When my friend tells me she wants to set me up on a blind date so I feel more included
I am torn in two
but I will conquer myself.
I will dig up the pride.
I will take scissors
and cut out the beggar.
I will take a crowbar
and pry out the broken
pieces
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
I began to get enormously interested in how everybody said the same thing over and over again with infinite variations but over and over again until finally if you listened with great intensity you could hear it rise and fall and tell all that there was inside them, not so much by the actual words they said or the thoughts they had but the movement of their thoughts and words endlessly the same and endlessly different.
(via violentwavesofemotion)
How can I remain peaceful without turning my face completely to the world? I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people. In all other ways I lead a perfectly ordinary life - except that I do not like thinking and talking about anything ordinary unless one makes me.
(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
My darling, it is late and I am very tired of youth, love and self-sacrifice.
