THE NIGHTLY MIRROR
cardiovascular-disease:

i want to go to the U S A

cardiovascular-disease:

i want to go to the U S A

the-pleasures-of-reading:

saxifraga-x-urbium:

sometimes i like to look in the comments sections on news sites in order to be reminded that everyone is fucking awful and the extinction event asteroid this planet is long overdue cannot come quickly enough

True, but there are people who make a living out of being…

Does not the soul always express itself in terms of youth? From Abyssinia, Rimbaud once wrote in despair to his mother: ‘We live and die by another pattern than we could ever have designed, and that without hope of any kind of compensation. We are lucky that this is the only life we shall have to live, and that that is obvious’. He was not always so certain that this is the only life. Nobody, I venture to say, knew better than he that for every failed or wasted life there must be another and another and another, without end, without hope—until one sees the light and elects to live by it. Yes, the struggle of the spirit is just as sharp and cruel as the combat of battle. The saints knew it but the modern man laughs at it. Hell is whatever, whatever one thinks it to be. If you believe that you are in Hell, you are. And life, for the modern man, has become an eternal Hell for the simple reason that he has lost all hope of attaining Paradise. He does not even believe in a Paradise of his own creation. By his own thought processes he condemns himself—to the deep Freudian hell of wish fulfilment.
The Time of the Assassins (1956) by Henry Miller (via vererum)
who?

Me. I’m the one. I’m nearly certain.

jeanjeanie61:

Françoise Hardy
http://chantemavie.centerblog.net

eroticmisery:

repetition by kierkegaard

repetition by kierkegaard

c-whorse:

by Stanley Spencer

c-whorse:

by Stanley Spencer

likeafieldmouse:

Fred Herzog

1. Man with Bandage (1968)

2. Curtains (1972)

3. Wild Animal (1960)