[neneenenneenee]

The unfed mind  devours itself

Gore Vidal

[neneenenneenee]

I used to build dreams about you

F. Scott Fitzgerald

[notime-nolife-deactivated201508]

Hands I, II & III

John Opera, 2012

[jeseraipoesie-blog]

“J'aime les bouches sans venin, les cœurs sans stratagème.”

— Victor Hugo (via nemoanimus)

[neneenenneenee]

‘I used to advertise my loyalty but I don’t believe there is a single person I loved that I didn’t eventually betray’

-Albert Camus// The Fall

[violet-bookends]

Any god worth believing in, believes in me too.

Katherine DeGilio

[la-catharsis]

Herbert James Draper - The Lament for Icarus (1898)

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

“Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and, unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in it is himself. The longing for Paradise is man’s longing not to be man.”

— The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

[thephotoregistry]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I needed to be reminded of mysterious and sacred things,”

— Albert Camus, from his preface to Jean Grenier’s “Les Iles,” c. 1959

[neneenenneenee]

They had a different story for every set of eyes

[sharkmatth]

“Les gens exigent la liberté d’expression pour compenser la liberté de pensée qu’ils préfèrent éviter.”

— Sören Kierkegaard (via fleur–lunaire)

[rashn]

[neneenenneenee]

rashn: Поймите, что язык может скрыть истину, а глаза — никогда! - М.А. Булгаков | “The Master and Margarita” by Bulgakov

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing poignant, nothing acute about it; but there was a feeling of permanence, of eternity about it; it brought a foretaste of hopeless years of this cold leaden misery, a foretaste of an eternity ‘on a square yard of space.’

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via a-dance-with-the-absurd)

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.

Meusault, L’Étranger, Albert Camus

Joyeux anniversaire, Albert Camus (7 Nov. 2016).

Trans: Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know.

(via a-dance-with-the-absurd)

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

I don’t want to wait for ‘the happiness of all.’ I want to live myself, or else better not live at all.

Raskolnikov, Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via a-dance-with-the-absurd)

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

C'est fini pour aujourd'hui, monsieur l'Antéchrist.

L’Étranger, Albert Camus

Joyeux anniversaire, Albert Camus (7 Nov. 2016).

Trans: That’s all for today, Monsieur Antichrist.

(via a-dance-with-the-absurd)