I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.
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Hermann Hesse (via dustoncrowns) |
Detesto il provvisorio. Io sono definitivo.
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Baci rubati (F. Truffault) grz Comizi D’Amore (via 42andpointless) |
i’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too.
games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
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| — | dr. seuss, oh, the places you’ll go! (posted by/ thanks to liquidnight) |
junge frau schlafen, mann auf einer bank sitzen (young woman sleeping, man sitting on a bench)
photo by m. deutsch
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, or you talk, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.- Anaïs Nin
