Existence appears not only nonsensical but monstrous and absurd, and the search for any meaning in life completely futile and, a priori, doomed to failure. People are seen as thrown into this world without any choice as to whether, where, when, and to whom they are to be born. The only certainty in life appears to be the fact that its duration is limited and that it will end. The fact of human mortality and the impermanence of all things is seen as Damocles’ sword hanging over us during every minute of our lives and annihilating any hope that anything has meaning.
- Stanislav Grof (via blackestdespondency)
I was on the verge of crying with grief at still being alive.
- Hunger, Knut Hamsun (via awtson)
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
-

Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (Scribner, 1999)

There’s nothing to say. The less I say the better I feel.
- Charles Bukowski, from an interview (via mirroir)
lapitiedangereuse:

“On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says,
 ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’
from a note by Max Brod, early 1911

lapitiedangereuse:

“On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says,

 ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’

from a note by Max Brod, early 1911

bertoltbrechtfast:

how do i become as smart as people mistake me for

whatismgmt:

Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life

deadsymmetry:

John Sokol

deadsymmetry:

John Sokol

p-otter-m-alfoy:

at least i know nobody’s using me for my looks

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
- Franz Kafka (via blackestdespondency)
All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
- Sean O’Casey (via mycolorbook)
Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore.
- July 7, 2014 (via p0esia-me)
That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via aufwaerts)
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