The Haggard King
alicekingsleykisasszony:

Medusa itt: We Heart It.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful—only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via splitterherzen)
abinferis:

Albrecht Dürer

abinferis:

Albrecht Dürer

I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World (via whatalovelythought)

merylstreepismymom:

"what does your tattoo mean?"

It means I wanted it so I fucking got it

lickaroundthescab: