“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.”
— Frederic Chopin (via whitewoood)
(Source: whatdduk, via whitewoood)
As I peer out the frosted glass my mind traces its self to find glimmers of hope. yet, it is to no avail, finding nothing but ennui.
I travel down an abyss of wonder and fear.
lost in a far away land, my mind.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ • ask until your heart is content
silver lining
I travel down an abyss of wonder and fear.
lost in a far away land, my mind.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ • ask until your heart is content
silver lining
“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via cityyandcolour)
(Source: larmoyante, via whitewoood)
“I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day
but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.”
— Shane Koyczan, 6:59 AM (via horasmortas)
(Source: atomiclanterns, via sweetsighs)
“Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.”
— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet (via frenchtwist)
“Blameless, shameless. The more desperate the eroticism, the more hopelessly women show off their heavy breasts, opening their mouths and screaming out, the greater the attraction. In contrast, a promise of light awaits at the limits of the mystical outlook. I find this unbearable and soon returned to insolence and erotic vomit - which doesn’t respect anybody or anything. How sweet to enter filthy night and proudly wrap myself in it.”
— Georges Bataille, Guilty (via frenchtwist)
“Oral drive, anal drive, vocal drive - all these drives are our strengths, and among them is the gestation drive - just like the desire to write: a desire to live self from within, a desire for the swollen belly, for language, for blood.”
— Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa, translation by Keith Cohen and Paula Cohen (via frenchtwist)
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”
— Albert Einstein (via avvenire)
(Source: spaceisfullofaliens, via whitewoood)
