“You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.” — Clive Barker (via narcosis)
colour everywhere today.
I wanted to live in a black-and-white world with champagne for breakfast and millions of men committing suicide over me. - Carole Morin
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my idea of them. — Anaïs Nin
we were sparkling - my brightest diamond.
“Je suis comme ça. Ou j’oublie tout de suite ou je n’oublie jamais.” (I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget) — Samuel Beckett (Waiting for Godot)
“He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the world’s store of ideas which had always existed ready-made and which people only borrowed, like books from a library.” — Milan Kundera (Life Is Elsewhere)
1. decided. 2. six weeks. 3. nomad.