December 2009
15 posts
And so this brings us to the final formula of the Bodhisattava way, the way of...
– Joseph Campbell (via seekingsatori) (via crashinglybeautiful)
I’m running out of everything now. Out of veins, out of money.
– William Burroughs
That’s not it. That’s not it at all. You always have a tendency to add. But one...
– Eugène Ionesco
Across planes of consciousness, we have to live… with the paradox that opposite...
– (via oceanofmind)
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
– Walt Whitman (via oceanofmind) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via therestisbullshit)
When you’re an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or...
– (via xsilencespeaks)
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January 15th, please hurry.
the philosophy of time travel. →
I have reached the end of your book and there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I’m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much...
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Sometimes, I’m absolutely certain that I love you and always will, then I think of all the shit you did to us and wonder how anyone could love someone after all that. You make me confused. But love is love even when it doesn’t make sense. Even when you’re not here. Even though the memories have begun to fade. I know there was a time when I wasn’t in this alone, even if I...