"What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!"
— Gustave Flaubert (via observando)
"It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving, it consists in professing to believe what he does not believe."
— Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason (via observando)
absence like a cancer gnaws at me.
to this day, I think I see you everywhere.
well, fuck you and fuck your flighty nature,
and fuck the space in that bed we shared.
those inches were left to grow to miles
and there is time we’ll never recover littered
along this highway. I hope I never see
this stretch of road again.
fuck you, and fuck your things,
and fuck my memories and fuck your needs
and fuck you for the way you fucked me.
we were probably better suited than either of us
ever really recognized. I sometimes wish it had been you.
comets tear across the sky when I’m with you.
the night never seems more open and full. this isn’t
a declaration of love, it’s a declaration of life.
I’m not sorry you’re mine.
— lets compare scars (© nico snyder)
"It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it."
— Lemony Snicket, The End (via observando)
"You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs."
— Rubén Darío (via observando)
"Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme."
— Morrissey (via observando)
"Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace."
— Roberto Bolaño (via observando)