I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
— Hermann Hesse (via talisman)
Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.
— Oscar Wilde (via thechocolatebrigade)
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
— Jim Morrison
(via thechocolatebrigade)
(via thechocolatebrigade)
If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.
— anne morrow lindbergh (via tanbrogue)
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work with be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: ‘It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.’
— Jim Jarmusch (via justalittlegreen)
In Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
— Plato’s Symposium
Please. What’s your name?” Coraline asked the cat. “Look, I’m Coraline. Okay?”
The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness.
“Cats don’t have names,” it said.
“No?” said Coraline.
“No,” said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via liquidnight)
Through all this horror my cat stalked unperturbed. Once I saw him monstrously perched atop a mountain of bones, and wondered at the secrets that might lie behind his yellow eyes.
— H.P. Lovecraft, “The Rats in the Walls” (via liquidnight)
From heaven to hell and back again, life is a funny thing. Beauty can come from the most strangest of places, even the most disgusting places.
— Alexander McQueen (via beautilation)