jlalaleggz:

… and this is why I love Art

I’d be the most depressed fucking 10 year old. Holy shit, kids wouldn’t even want to be around me. The shit I think about now is fucked up and I’m twice that age.. can’t even imagine being that young with my warped mind.

/edit: Or perhaps I would become the most intellectual fucking 20 year old.

I’d be the most depressed fucking 10 year old. Holy shit, kids wouldn’t even want to be around me. The shit I think about now is fucked up and I’m twice that age.. can’t even imagine being that young with my warped mind.

/edit: Or perhaps I would become the most intellectual fucking 20 year old.

Guaranteed to work

Guaranteed to work

awesomephilia:

Karma. Always. Wins.

awesomephilia:

Karma. Always. Wins.

Control by Boiling Over from the album: Barriers (Cassette)
What, did she trip, fall and land on your dick?

What, did she trip, fall and land on your dick?

fuck exams

fuck exams

morethanjustanindustrypuppet:

Prose before hoes, lit before chicks

LOL

morethanjustanindustrypuppet:

Prose before hoes, lit before chicks

LOL

blew my mind

blew my mind


Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
Ingrid Magnussen (White Oleander By Janet Fitch)

We are to recognize that all that comes into being must be ready for a sorrowful end; we are forced to look into the terrors of the individual existence— yet we are not to become rigid with fear: a metaphysical comfort tears us momentarily from the bustle of the transforming figures. We are really for a brief moment Primordial Being itself, feeling its raging desire for existence and joy in existence; the struggle, the pain, the destruction of phenomena, now appear to us as a necessary thing, in view of the surplus of countless forms of existence which force and push one another into life, in view of the exuberant fertility of the universal will. 
We are pierced by the maddening sting of these pains just when we have become, as it were, one with the infinite primordial joy in existence and when we anticipate, in Dionysian ecstasy, the indestructibility and eternity of this joy. In spite of fear and pity, we are happy living beings, not as individuals, but as the one living being, with whose creative joy we are united.

Friedrich Nietzsche - Excerpt from The Birth of Tragedy