I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can’t love and do nothing.
Graham Greene (via pavorst)
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He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via pavorst)
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in the time of Cholera (via rotule)
sometimes i want to
smoke an entire pack of djarums
read 100 pages of Nietzsche before I get out of bed in the morning
memorize the scientific names of clouds
sleep until noon
write a fifty-six page poem about daisy chains
make a six foot long daisy chain
learn to play ‘Hallelujah’ on guitar
kill myself
shop for jeans at Goodwill
french braid my hair
change my name to ‘mimi’ and move to France.
fuck society
It’s unfortunate that we live in a society where it’s more socially acceptable to say something negative about yourself - to absolutely hate yourself, than it is to say something positive and love yourself.
Tapis Rouge by Gaëlle Villedary. 1,400 feet of this turf grass snakes through the French village of Jaujac.
Photos by David Monjou.
the right words
i don’t spend my life
use my time
or occupy a place in this world.
i love my life
enjoy my time
and am discovering my place in this world.
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. -CHRISTOPHER MCCANDLESS
