Fyodor Dostoevsky ― Crime and Punishment
a life of smoke and mirrors
In all of my thoughts, I am on a train, stuck in a dialogue
with a great, unnameable, ever-shifting being.
Sometimes it is you, sometimes it is not.
Sometimes you are not you, sometimes you are.
Sometimes I can’t tell the difference.
in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
The trick is to do it without shame. Literally anything could be cool if you just did it shamelessly
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Monday, November 5
Text ID: —I have so much love in me that I would like to cry;
there is already a lot of bad poetry out there & u must not be afraid of adding to it
truly the end goal is not "my close friends aren't annoyed by me and it's all in my head, they're my friends and they love me", it's "sometimes I do annoy my close friends, just as the people I love most will also annoy me sometimes, because this is normal, and we will continue to stay friends, and they're not going to want to immediately cut me out of their life if I do something annoying once in a while"
“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
— Albert Camus
The earth has become plump
and ripe with magic, and I
am hungry to bite into it
with my long fangs of awe
until its sweet, sticky pulp
runs down my bare chin
and I can taste the secrets
of why we all live.
by c. rose smith, hearthspeaker
