Anonymous asked: You deserve nothing but the best.
it doesn’t feel that way
but thank you nonetheless
The view from the window of the manor, 1925, Jan Bułhak. (1876 - 1950)
"From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one’s passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question."
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays (via acontentmentwithobscurity)
They call me a guy who can recall his past lives.
I remember the light when I was young.
Not one light, but many, in different colours.
I thought they were some kind of airborne animals.
They were transparent dots.
I would chase them and follow them into the jungle
I would follow the lights and look at them,
let them transfer images into my mind.
The adults thought I was crazy or was possessed by a ghost
But they didn’t bother…
to take me to a hospital or to a shaman.
Later I remember when I was in the jungle
and saw no lights.
I would look directly at the sun
and close my eyes.
I saw the white orb in the darkness.
Only that act could bring comfort
because I always fear
that one day
when I open my eyes
I will see nothing.
- Apichatpong Weerasethakul - excerpt from The Memory of Nabua
(Source: marzipandildo, via thenightlymirror)
"I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves."
— Sartre, Jean-Paul. Nausea (via breathe-of-midwinter)
(Source: seabois, via gypsji)
Andres Segovia – Capricho Arabe (82 plays)
"beautiful, beautiful. magnificent desolation."
"There, I thought, I was once at home."
— W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
(Source: mythologyofblue, via olfinnigan)