On The Pretexts of Nature

[dailynietzsche]

“Every major growth is accompanied by a tremendous crumbling and passing away.”

—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §112 (excerpt).

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…a smile that needs no space, that retracts nothing, conceals nothing, is transparent as a song and yet so full of added being that one is tempted to stand up when it enters.”

[areyouoneofthem]

God damn desire is a beast too strong to fight

[extramadness]

Ease your soul here

[folkstellar]

[bookaddictiion]

I like stories where women save themselves.

Neil Gaiman  (via paperieandpen)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…But only the walls of my room witness the hours of my greatest distress.

Anna Akhmatova, from a journal entry featured in The Akhmatova Journals: 1938 - 1941 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mournfulroses]

I fear your sorrows make your tongue grow wild.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via violentwavesofemotion)

[tylerknott]

“Nothing can stop this,
for we were always something
that was meant to be.”

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson _____ Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now! #tylerknott #tylerknottgregson (at Fearrington, North Carolina)

[kafkaesque-world]

Do you realize that people don’t know how to read Kafka simply because they want to decipher him? Instead of letting themselves be carried away by his unequaled imagination, they look for allegories — and come up with nothing but clichés: life is absurd. (…) You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.

Milan Kundera on Franz Kafka (via violentwavesofemotion)

[sisyphean-revolt]

There is no country for those who despair. But I know that the sea comes before and after me, and I hold my madness ready. Those who love and are separated can live in grief. This is not despair; they know that love exists. This is why I suffer, dry-eyed and exiled.

Albert Camus (via sisyphean-revolt)

[anttyp]

This very heart which is mine will forever remain undefinable to me. Between the certainty of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via anttyp)

[areyouoneofthem]

I am silenced by your clinched lips The fire spewing, burning the remainders Of my useless body Give me back my words, goddammit Give them back or I'll scream All day and night Until all the words in the world Are incomprehensible And everyone will be silenced

[tristamateer]

[westerogwarts-deactivated201906]

reblog if you don’t know what you’re doing with your life

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I can’t forget a thing; emotions no longer replace each other. They seem to accumulate, to pile up and never heal.

Mauvais Sang (1986) dir. by Leos Carax (via violentwavesofemotion)

[d7ux]

[criterioncollection]

2 OR 3 THINGS I KNOW ABOUT HER, dir. Jean-Luc Godard (1967).