Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
written by Anaïs Nin (via feellng)
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.
written by Albert Camus, from The Stranger (via violentwavesofemotion)
I have learned to fail. And I have had my say.
written by Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Lines Written In Recapitulation (via violentwavesofemotion)
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant
written by T. S. Eliot, “East Coker” (via mitochondria)