Happy Christmas from bad times:
You are the Christmas of the outlaws,
Of those who laugh in disgrace,
Poor buggers who are betrayed,
And children of good race.
You are the Christmas of the outlaws,
Of those who laugh in disgrace,
Poor buggers who are betrayed,
And children of good race.
“To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression.
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”
― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
Forwarded from abstentis
"I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything. [...]
You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself."
You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself."