An Existential Life: The Unbearable Lightness of... →
The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify? Putting it negatively, the myth of…
Things I learn as I grow.
Make yourself the lover you love the most. The relationship you have with yourself is the most important bond you will ever and always have. Find the connection with your heart today and love yourself as you wish someone would love you. You are the most honored lover in your life.
I can’t help falling in love with you.
Strange Answers to the Psychopath Test
That awkward moment when you have to act like a...
I will remember the faint lights in your room softest blue, like those lights that attract all those silly insects they’re helpless, absolutely helpless much like I am when it comes to you. I will remember your small room the feel of you your books our morning coffee the smoke coming from your cigarette but mostly I will remember those lights and I will keep going back to...
Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can...– Andrea Gibson (via speak-slow)
Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by...– JD Salinger
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in...– (via artiswildandfree)
My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water...– Pablo Neruda, Absence (via he-did-it-for-his-poison-girl)
I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that...– I Wrote This For You: The Invisible Postal Service (via anditslove)
Come with me, my love, to the sea, the sea, of love.
‘If I should die,’ said I to myself, ‘I have left no immortal work behind me -...– John Keats
I like the way you text me commenting on something about your day. “Got caught in the rain with a cart full of groceries” “I got a flat on my bike” Nothing really important. Mundane events in your daily living. You never text the way other people do: “hey!” or “what’s up?” You don’t greet me. Rather, it’s like...
Yo soy rara.