“A Thought Occurred To Me Today – So Obvious, So Always Obvious! It Was Absurd To Suddenly Comprehend

“Become like the rose and live silently: If you have to speak, utter nothing but fragrance.”

— Adonis, from Cloisters, trans. Khaled Mattawa (via menacelebs)

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Vikki Dougan photographed by Nina Leen, 1952

literally the only thing that matters in life is creating what you love and genuinely loving other people. being hot is meaningless and depressing. being successful if your heart isn’t in it is meaningless and depressing. sex without affection is meaningless and depressing. partying or drinking with people you don’t like is meaningless and depressing. political posturing, saying stuff you don’t believe in for brownie points, performing opinions based on hollow moral schemas instead of listening to what your heart says about being kind and understanding, all meaningless and depressing.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because “romantic” doesn’t mean “sugary”. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

Catherine Breillat  (via mermaidveins)

i feel like i made myself up

“The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper – finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”

— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via blxckberrying)

“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)