servitude

He looked again at the open port. Swinburne had furnished the key. Life was ill, or, rather, it had become ill—an unbearable thing. “That dead men rise up never!” That line stirred him with a profound feeling of gratitude. It was the one beneficent thing in the universe. When life became an aching weariness, death was ready to soothe away to everlasting sleep. But what was he waiting for? It was time to go.

[catamaransun-blog]

I look at you with eyes I’ve shown no other.

[distantheartbeats]

National one-sidedness and narrow-mindedness become more and more impossible, and from the numerous national and local literatures, there arises a world literature.

Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, The Communist Manifesto 

[catamaransun-blog]

i get so angry sometimes that everything spins and i see white spots in my vision.

[matyus]

[catamaransun-blog]

“I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[j-elise-deactivated20161115]

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.

Hector - The History Boys

[catamaransun-blog]

the augmented state of being after sudden realization

[catamaransun-blog]

when you meet someone overwhelming and you wonder where you were a year ago and where this wonderful person was at the same time. nice to think that thousands of good and bad people will come into contact with us as we race through life. beautiful.

[catamaransun-blog]

when the character in the book you are reading does something really embarrassing and you suffer secondhand embarrassment and you just have to stare at the ceiling and whisper you are an idiot why would you do that oh my god

[catamaransun-blog]

something that reduces me to tears 

Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, "Constant in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar" On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada And I sketched your face on it twice Oh you are in my blood like holy wine Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet I'd still be on my feet Oh I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time that you told me, you said "Love is touching souls" Surely you touched mine "Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time Oh you are in my blood like holy wine And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet I'd still be on my feet I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can Oh but be prepared to bleed" Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet Still I'd be on my feet I'd still be on my feet 

[catamaransun-blog]

so many people out there with broken hearts and broken wishes

[catamaransun-blog]

i like the idea of people not having to wear clothes, it sounds barbaric but i think that so much would change. we would all be much colder - but when its too hot.

[thedeer]

[catamaransun-blog]

“Forever.” “Forever. Whatever happens. There is no life without you.” “No life without you.”

[catamaransun-blog]

if only she was lying by me, and id lie in my bed once again

[catamaransun-blog]

that strange feeling when you want your brain to focus on something, an item or something on the laptop screen but its so busy thinking that you can't do it straight away. its like your brain rather do one thing than the other. strange, maybe i'm the only one?

[catamaransun-blog]

Why does cigarette smoke never go back into the cigarette? Why do molecules spread away from each other? Why does a spilled drop of ink never reform? Because the Universe moves towards a state of dissipation. That is the principle of entropy. The tendency of the Universe to evolve toward a state of increasing disorder. The principle of entropy is related to the arrow of time. A result of the expansion of the Universe. But what will happen when gravitational forces counter-balance the forces of expansion? Or if the energy of the quantum void proves too weak? At that moment, the universe might enter its phase of contraction. The Big Crunch. So what’ll become of time? Will it reverse? No one knows the answer.

– Mr. Nobody, The principle of entropy

[catamaransun-blog]

Recently I am most afraid of death. It's the only thing I think about and I can't stop