1. "Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
    — Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)
     

  2. "April is the cruelest month, breeding
    lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    memory and desire, stirring
    dull roots with spring rain."
    — T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via mrsclarkkent)

    (Source: mythologyofblue, via theheavingsurface)

     

  3. "

    I asked an old man:

    “Which is more important?
    To love or to be loved?”

    Old man replied:

    “Which is more important to a bird?
    The left wing or the right wing?”

    "
    — Author Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

    (Source: adahlitumbles, via theheavingsurface)

     
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  5. Glitter Pills

    To live a serious life

    that’s a fucked up thing

    I would have to rent out a cabin

    beneath terrible angels

    if I get old wipe the dust off my tits

    I should have a serious log cabin

    the cabin’s name is Ben Fama.

    find directions on the internet

    when you want to leave you can

    I’ll stay there just me and my heart

    bigger than the sun

     

  6. "poetry is what follows you when you run from it"
    — Mark Leidner, The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover (via lkwldn)
     

  7. "The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason."
    — John Cage (via likeafieldmouse)
     
  8. untrustyou:

    nicolaporter:

    Lake Hillier, Australia

    The Second Photo is Lake Retba in Senegal (Source)

    (via lucknoww)

     

  9.                   the most beautiful
                      word is evil

                      because when
                      we’re evil

                      there’s no
                      pain

                      that’ll sadden
                      us

     

  10. "My thought is me: that is why I can’t stop. I exist by what I think .. and I can’t prevent myself from thinking. At this very moment – this is terrible – if I exist, it is because I hate existing. It is I, it is I who pull myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: hatred and disgust for existence are just so many ways of making me exist, of thrusting me into existence."
    — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via larmoyante)