Manifesto

If I can not move Heaven I shall raise Hell. Hell ain’t a bad place to be. 30's/Ro

[nemesnate-deactivated20250512]

Tolerance will reach such a level that intelligent people will be banned from thinking so as not to offend the imbeciles.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[kayawilkins-deactivated20210201]

I didn’t want you to be alone.

[manifessto]

““Privim cerul aşteptând artificiile, Da’ cerul ne priveşte aşteptând sacrificiile…””

— Haarp Cord - Un Singur Gand (via whispers-of-oblivion)

[unsarutsiamplecat]

“Si in timp invata strict ca intuitia ii instinct Dar pana atunci se loveste orbeste de tot ce intalneste Si face, vorbeste, drege, trece de lege Alege, tine prelegeri se imbata O face lata o data Iar de la capat droguri la teasta ataca Si dupa ce se imbolnaveste vested inebuneste Incepe gandeste, viitoru, vital se trezeste…”

— Haarp Cord -Nu mai sunt copil

[frateledragos]

“Am zis ca tin drumul drept oricat ar fi de greu, sa lupt rabator cu toti demonii din capul meu.”

— Haarp Cord

[amegakure-s]

“Nu știai ce crud e timpu’ și cum el se scurge-n riduri?”

— Specii - Necuvintele

[wasted---dreams]

“Dar poţi să mă omori că nu dorm, nu vezi ce cearcăne am Nu dorm şi după ani de nesomn”

— Specii-Succes

[unsubconscious]

Laura Makabresku, The Anatomy of Melancholy, 2023

[lavideenrose]

“My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return.”

— From Either/Or: A Fragment of Life by Søren Kierkegaard

[freelance-philosopher]

“In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.”

— Søren Kierkegaard

[kevincharlesward]

“Standing there are walls and windows, staring at me.” – Suman Pokhrel | Window on Via Cavour, Galatina LE, Italy.

“In piedi ci sono muri e finestre, che mi fissano” – Suman Pokhrel | Finestra su Via Cavour, Galatina LE, Italia.

© Kevin Charles Ward

[ivory-lace-and-sunlight]

“There are souls that you feel to lean forward to, like a sun-filled window.”

— – Federico García Lorca  (via lachantefleurie)

[heylsgowt]

[leaves-and-lights]

“Sunday mornings were meant for rain, soft music, good books, and staying in bed.”

— Mountains-and-forests

[whereifindsanity]

Mmmm Beer

[sinitimacy]

the utmost initmate thing is when your partner says they trust you

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

““It was so easy for you to leave,” she said to him, “like you had it planned long ago.” “It wasn’t easy at all,” he replied almost immediately. “Trust me,” he looked at her, with clenched fists, “It was my only choice for you to have the happiness you deserve.””

— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #251 // The only choice