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Freitag, 24. Februar 2012

jesus took LSD and thought he was me





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Hemingway

Bei Tage ist es kinderleicht, die Dinge nüchtern und unsentimental zu sehen. Nachts ist das eine ganz andere Geschichte.

Bukowski

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”

Sylvia Plath

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variatons of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited." -

Egar Allen Poe

"And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy."



"I don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but i ask you to remember.
somewhere inside me
there’ll always be the person
i am tonight."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night






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unverblümt, kinda far away reality, interested in art, fashion, everything individual, melancholica, crazy people, intellectual stuff // The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on..
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