Girl, interrupted

questions   What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon?

Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine.'

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Paul Fryer

Lucifer (Morning star), 2008

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this is the single most painfully beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

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Carpe diem. Seize the days, boys.

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oknope:

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told 

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"Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination."
Oliver Sacks Goodreads (via psych-facts)
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"

I dreamed I spoke in another’s language,
I dreamed I lived in another’s skin,
I dreamed I was my own beloved,
I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin.

I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,
And when I breathed a garden came,
I dreamed I knew all of Creation,
I dreamed I knew the Creator’s name.

I dreamed—and this dream was the finest—
That all I dreamed was real and true,
And we would live in joy forever,
You in me, and me in you.

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Clive Barker (via observando)
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"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
Fernando Pessoa (via psych-facts)
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