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All these things that I haven't done

I wont be vacant anymore, i wont be waiting anymore… Where did that go?Β 

i want this on top of a mountain





We suffer from a repression of the sublime.
—Roberto Assagioli, Psychosynthesis (via proustitute)

im celebrating the fact that i can feel this

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.
Henry Miller, Sexus (via colporteur)


  • nice friend person: hey, how've you been?
  • me: capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.
Tired of shit not killing me & only making me stronger
I think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.

to lay down eyes closed and be