in this land some of us fuck more than
we die but most of us die
better than we fuck
Charles Bukowski (via observando)


Me to 5yo: “Please grab your towel.”
5yo to 3yo: “Get my towel, please!”
3yo to Me: “Daddy, can you carry this towel?”
Me: “Ok.”


Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.
W. Somerset Maugham, Moon and Sixpence (via talesofpassingtime)

Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.
W. Somerset Maugham, Moon and Sixpence (via talesofpassingtime)


Life isn’t long enough for love and art.
W. Somerset Maugham, Moon and Sixpence (via talesofpassingtime)

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Chuck Palahniuk (via observando)

Community is the manifestation of the individual’s identity into oneness. It is the honest expression of a human’s most basic social need – the company of others. It is a metaphor, symbolic of the nature of the universe, stars, and sentient beings that are all part of this one essence.

Dawit Endale Alemayehu, “Connectedness and Community

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The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
L.L (via fleurthorn)

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Where do the words go
when we have said them?
Margaret Atwood, “The small cabin,” from Procedures for Underground (via lifeinpoetry)