Second place is as good as last.


The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love’. People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.

—    Philip Roth, The Dying Animal (via likeafieldmouse)

(via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

—    D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love (via larmoyante)

Trying out a new theme, let me know what you guys think, because I’m a little apprehensive on the multi-column style.

I’m a misfit at times, but all special people are. Some days it’s too much to bear, but if you were a fictional character in a novel, the readers who tenderly flip the yellowed pages will fall in love with your quirks and kinks.

—    s-alts-kin

Long accustomed to a life of self-indulgent solitude, he began to yearn for the beauty of giving himself to others. The nobility of the word ‘sacrifice’ became clear to him. He took satisfaction in the feeling of his own littleness as a single seed whose purpose was to carry forward from the past into the future the life of the species called humanity. He even sympathized with the thought that the human species, together with the various kinds of minerals and plants, was no more than a small pillar that helped support a single vast organism adrift in the cosmos.

—    Yasunari Kawabata (via likeafieldmouse)