Ms. Self-Destruct

Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things

[maryjblige]

[just-shower-thoughts]

The dude who put a ‘b’ in subtle was a genius

[books-n-quotes]

She burned too bright for this world.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via books-n-quotes)

[wnq-writers]

We endlessly drink the poison but then question why we’re unwell.

Seirian Eleanor  (via wnq-writers)

[qhio]

[cruelings-deactivated20200310]

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[le-flaneur-visuel-blog]

The Man Who Left His Will on Film, Nagisa Oshima (1970)

[thegoodvybe]

[desolateputoface]

[lifeinvelvet]

[dignitea]

[serialstranger]

[deeplifequotes]

2015 has been a year of lessons.

Unknown - via deeplifequotes (via perfect)

[bmair]

She whispers just to you

[lolmyweirdlife-deactivated20151]

I’m deleting my blog

[lifeofatrichster]

That’s enough tumblr for today

[entreletrasycafeina]

František Drtikol

[nawaffs-deactivated20200221]

Smile at people who hate you.

(via platinummami)

[dragonsmagick]

[thatsgrace]