I'm too old for this

I'm 20 and I simultaneously take myself too seriously and not seriously enough.

[tilde44]

One drinks one’s own sorrow and is as if intoxicated by it.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, “The Eternal Husband” (via tilde44)

[disneycollective]

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, For especially in the month of June. There’s a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon.

[derickjames]

Guys, what do you think about new jurassic movie?

[booksqouted]

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I’m drowning in ellipses.

Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via booksqouted)

[stuckstupor-blog]

[booksqouted]

What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via booksqouted)

[wnq-anonymous]

Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. We are all full of [it]. Go love someone just because; I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don’t want it to; it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It is up to you to find them.

Chuck Palahniuk     (via wnq-anonymous)

[calmtemplating]

the boy who blocked his own shot

[stuckstupor-blog]

Do you ever feel so connected to something that you can’t fully articulate anything about it because you know you won’t do it justice?

[stuckstupor-blog]

I was the fireworks that despises the pyrotechnist, even when it can be proved that it is itself the pyrotechnist. I was being shoved about, I was being crumpled....I was distraught and tired of being distraught, with my eye at this microscope. What was there supernatural about all this? You scarcely got away from the human state at all. You felt as if you were caught and held prisoner in the same workshop of the brain.

Miserable Miracle, Henri Michaux

[theintellectualpursuits-blog]

A shiver in the workshop of the brain

Drawings and prints by Lee Bontecou Title: Michaux, Miserable Miracle

[stuckstupor-blog]

This symmetrical composition- the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end- may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive,' 'fabricated,' and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic.' Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (Beethoven's music, death under a train), into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life... Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress... The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[soupsane]

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[sarcasticsymphony]

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“You stopped by my house, the night you escaped. With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay. You said "Hey man I love you, but no fucking way!”“

[wholelottaquotes]

And therein lies the whole of man’s plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via wholelottaquotes)

[victoriajoan]

Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being – it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?

[victoriajoan]

That darkness was pure, perfect, thoughtless, visionless; that darkness was without end, without borders; that darkness was the infinite we each carry within us.

Milan Kundera, from The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via victoriajoan)