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May 16th
12:11 AM
Via
May 15th
2:06 PM

Before I fall asleep I fall into this hypnagogic state where I become really, really puny. But I only find out about it when the whole scene zooms out and I find myself in the middle of an enormous index finger and thumb. It isn’t squishing me or anything. There’s no struggle, no pain, no fear. Instead, it feels like I’m being measured. It makes me feel like I’m a part of something much, much bigger than my already cosmic existence. It’s a good feeling. I can’t quite place it. Though if the Tao were a scene and an emotion, I think it would look and feel that way. 

1:58 PM
"Passion is omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent."
12:53 PM
"Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life, in understanding and in creating. There is no measuring in time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer."
—  Rainer Maria Rilke
10:41 AM
Via
"Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them."
—  Charles Bukowski (via thenocturnals)
10:32 AM
Via
"But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are."
—  The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon (via smited)
10:29 AM
Via
"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at 4 o’clock in the morning."
—  Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via larmoyante)
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