stop asking me why I have started resenting this place where there are only frames on the walls,
showing expectations but revealing the solitude that has made me despise everything about suburban homes and four-person families.
How can I live in a building that can burn down as easily as the makers made it so fragile for superficial relationships that lack depth?
I don’t want to become a parent, because I dont want to become you.

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"It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it." Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via feellng)

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"As a reliable compass for orientating yourself in life nothing is more useful than to accustom yourself to regarding this world as a place of atonement, a sort of penal colony. When you have done this you will order your expectations of life according to the nature of things and no longer regard the calamities, sufferings, torments and miseries of life as something irregular and not to be expected but will find them entirely in order, well knowing that each of us is here being punished for his existence and each in his own particular way. This outlook will enable us to view the so-called imperfections of the majority of men, i.e., their moral and intellectual shortcomings and the facial appearance resulting therefrom, without surprise and certainly without indignation: for we shall always bear in mind where we are and consequently regard every man first and foremost as a being who exists only as a consequence of his culpability and whose life is an expiation of the crime of being born." Arthur Schopenhauer (via blackestdespondency)

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"Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure." Hermann Hesse, Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Liebe (via athenasherinekhalil)

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"That line is about the idea that if you love someone in a real way, more than yourself, then you’re no longer free because all your decisions are gonna be factored into their happiness and their well-being and you want to preserve that love. You have something to lose and you are scared to lose it." Conor Oberst, on the lyrics, “everyone has a choice to be loved or to be free” and “freedom’s the opposite of love.” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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"Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched." Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via tierdropp)

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UPDATED BLOG

It’s been a while, but here’s a link to my personal blog.

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"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell  (via staci-eckenroth)

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"Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day." Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)

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one day you will wake up and realize how you are only made of borrowed and broken parts. you will touch your face and notice which eye twitches more when you lie to your mother. you may step out of your home and buy this or go there, then realize how everything in your life is simply a routine to build or destroy significance.

nothingness is a dark place to live but always welcomes company.

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