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Now I know: I’m alone. I and my freedom that I don’t know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn’t lost doesn’t know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live.

Clarice Lispector; Água Viva

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I keep its name secret.

I remember working in an office where the atmosphere of tension had become so severe and pervasive that one could barely see more than a few feet in any direction. This resulted in considerable difficulties for those of us who were trying to perform the tasks which our jobs required. For instance, if for some reason we needed to leave our desks and negotiate our way to another part of the building, it was not possible to see beyond a certain distance, which was at most a few feet. Outside of this limited perimeter--this 'cocoon of clarity,' as I thought of it--everything became obscured in a kind of quivering blur, an ambience of agitation within which the solid and dreary decor of the company offices appeared quite distorted.

Thomas Ligotti - “I Have a Special Plan for This World”

Peanuts

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

She wore it well

you’re not a capitalist. a capitalist is a person who owns or manages capital. the word for a person who neither owns nor manages capital but who believes in capitalism is ‘sucker’

People do not know, and cannot face, the things that go on in this world, the secret nightmares that are suffered by millions every day... and the excruciating paradox, the nightmarish obscenity of being something that does not know what it is and yet believes that it does know, something that in fact is nothing but a tiny particle that forms the body of The Great Black Swine Which Wallows in a Great River of Blackness that to us looks like sunrises and skyscrapers, like all the knotted events of the past and the unraveling of these knots in the future, like birthdays and funerals, like satellites and cell phones and rockets launched into space, like nations and peoples, like the laws of nature and the laws of humanity, like families and friends, like everything, including these words that I write.

Thomas Ligotti - “My Work Is Not Yet Done”

Where I live is nightmare, thus a certain nonchalance.

Thomas Ligotti - “The Mystics of Muelenburg”

fuckyeahexistentialism

And it was to that moon we were forced to look for comfort when we awoke trembling in the night, overcome by the sense that another life was taking root within us, seeking its ultimate incarnation in the bodies we always dreamed were our own and inviting us into the depths of an extraordinary harvest. Certainly there was some relief when we began to discover, after many insecure hints and delvings, that the dreams were not a sickness restricted to solitary individuals or families but in fact were epidemic throughout the community. No longer were we required to disguise our uneasiness as we met on the streets under the luxuriant shadows of trees that would not cast off their gaudy foliage, the mocking plumage of a strange season. We had become a race of eccentrics and openly declared an array of curious whims and suspicions, at least while daylight allowed this audacity.

Thomas Ligotti - “The Shadow at the Bottom of the World”

nevver

Rejoice

brightnothingsunflower

except that i couldn't care less about "the well-being of the majority"

class-struggle-anarchism

interesting statistical fact - the combined wealth of the eight richest people on earth will be completely worthless and will not save them when the time for retribution comes

In the end, of course, we remain puppets and our smiles are still painted ones. But now at least we have moistened them with our own blood.

Thomas Ligotti - “Professor Nobody's Little Lectures on Supernatural Horror”

Anyone with a thorough understanding of existence is either silent or raving mad.

Thomas Ligotti - “We Can Hide from Horror Only in the Heart of Horror: Notes and Aphorisms”

nevver

Never

youffievalentine

14 years later, future!AU + JONATHAN / NANCY (x)

“you’ve changed,” he finally said –her thumb instinctively touched the inside of her hand, where their matching scar still haunted her skin. “so have you,” was her response.

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OMFG

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