I’m like a collection of paradoxes

"I’m a fairly boring, almost well-adjusted person. But I am fascinated by extreme mental states. I love outsider art from people who are exposing some part of human life that would be really uncomfortable for most of us— they do something that touches some part of you and you go, “I recognize this person is probably out of their fucking mind, but I recognize that part in myself, too."

David Byrne

"My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to."

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Haruki Murakami, “Sleep”   (via nirvikalpa)

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"What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know… But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all."

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Katherine Mansfield (via larmoyante)

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"You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you."

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1Q84, Haruki Murakami  (via thenocturnals)

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"Are you always sad?” someone asked.
I couldn’t say. But.
If sadness was a sea, I’d drown in it.
And I happen to love the sea."

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Lydiane Agustinus

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"I felt that there was a piece of me missing, a piece that had become so unnerved that it fell away without me feeling it. I didn’t even know what piece it was — I just felt the gap, and whatever it was, it must have been important."

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David Levithan (via cavum)

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"And I don’t think that i can fake another year without feeling something, cause I’ve been numb for too long. When you feel nothing, the nights they hold no meaning, except you’ve got to wake up sometime. We drink in bars and try our best, we try our best."

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Josh Pyke - Mannequins  (via sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)

"How frail the human heart must be — a mirrored pool of thought."

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via elisebrown)

"For the repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows"

Gaston Bachelard , The Poetics of Reverie

"I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life."

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Anton Chekhov

"I’ve given up. I can’t stand it anymore. The days drag by. I’m choked by food, the daylight that shouts at me every morning to get up. The sleep which is only dreams that chase me. Or the darkness that rustles with ghosts and memories."

Ingmar Bergman, The Passion Of Anna

"Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?"

Emil Cioran

"…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’"

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Friedrich Nietzsche  (via mirroir)

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