Nothing makes me more annoyed at my nicotine addiction than having to go get cigs at 4am
"She’s got be a ghost. First of all, she’s just too beautiful. Her features are gorgeous, but it’s not only that. She’s so perfect I know she can’t be real. She’s like a person who stepped right out of a dream. The purity of her beauty gives me a feeling close to sadness—a very natural feeling, though one that only something extraordinary could produce."
Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami (via stevenluce
Dear dubiously redemptive humans,
I think real beauty can be found in a person that can recollect being downtrodden and persecuted yet still summon that same feeling, relive that same ache, for his or her then-oppressor once the tables have turned.
Is there such a thing as true justice? Or are we just propagating a vicious cycle of vindictive retribution?
“Can land be privately owned, or does it belong to all, since all were born on it? How far into the earth does ownership go? Does it include bugs? Or Snow? Wildflowers? Air and light? Rocks and dirt? Or the cubic feet of air above it? How high up do you own the sky? How deep into the earth—-all the way? Or does ownership mean the right to use it or not use it? The right to control its future? Decide how it will be developed? What about the thousands of years before the land knew us? A tree suddenly light with blossoms. The smell of rain. A passage of deer. the earth is our holy parent. It knows nothing of buy and sell, of trespass or title, but responds as always to seed, with fruit. To own it properly is to live on it with honor and reverence.” former Land Dwellers Rio Burnsand Sally Edgecombe (and probably others)
Some shattering find for this, candor to die
Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer
"when I heard you
around the house,
whistling a joyous
little prayer to nobody
but yourself, I smiled,
and a warm comfort
filled my entire body,
like during a rainy fall
afternoon, when I
missed school and
hid under the sheets,
while I watched television
and felt like life couldn’t
get any better."
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool." What are you?
Constantly doubting myself, though I’m not sure if that makes me wise or a fool or both.
People without brains do the most talking. See, politicians.
Truth, it’s unfortunate that the most incompetent are usually the loudest