"this morning i suddenly catch myself: i’m not there, i’m so lost in thought, i don’t know what’s going on around me. can you think yourself to death?"
Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)
27/5/12, 156 notes
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"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
Charles Bukowski (via vivaciousvicki)
26/5/12, 257 notes
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"Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning — this is it."
Charles Bukowski (via modernmethadone)
26/5/12, 931 notes
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"There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons."
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via modernmethadone)
26/5/12, 1402 notes
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