“You hold a little fire up to my bare skin, which is already a small pyre, one which burns and burns but never burns down; in fact the flames are ever growing.”— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenská written c. July 1920
"…if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in."
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via hellanne)
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via hellanne)
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"I need so little: a bottle of ink, a speck of sun on the floor – and you;"
—
—
Vladimir Nabokov, from
Letters to Vera
(Penguin Classics, 2014)
(Source: metaphorformetaphor, via astranemus)
museum-of-artifacts: Colossi of Memnon, two massive stone statues of Pharaoh Amenhotep III; 14th century BC.
(via femalepresentingboob)
The statue depicts the multi-headed serpent Naga, who protects the lord Buddha with its many heads.
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"You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her."
— Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro
(via wordsnquotes)
— Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro
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"
—
Charles Bukowski
(1920 - 1994)
How Is Your Heart?
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn’t call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
—
Charles Bukowski (via
)
(via lunenymph)
