Silent words
❝There is hope, but not for us.
❝Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.
Marcel Proust (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
❝I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
❝I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
Charles Bukowski (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
❝the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
Charles Bukowski, “Cause and Effect” (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
❝I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
Charles Bukowski (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
❝I hate most people, and I don’t want to. It’s an awful way to be, but the human race gives me no comfort. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things. Most people’s problem is having too many people in their life. With me it’s just the reverse.
Morrissey (via cannabis666sativa)
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| Thursday June 30th 2011
sabbats: Mad Girl's Love Song
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
…
Before sex, you help each other get undressed. After sex, you dress yourself. In life, no one helps you once you’re fucked. You must help yourself.
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