Jean-Paul Sartre
(via solitaire-solidaire)
The eyes only see what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
Henri Bergson (via penseesduchoeur)
(via penseesduchoeur)
“Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you’re not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat, if you spot the heat around the corner.”
-Robert Deniro as Neil McCauley, Heat (1995)
(via lamuserevoltee)
You have it wrong—
It is reality who
Denied me
I will be present
And I will exist, briefly
And altogether
At once
After all
I am unchanged, still the one
I was before
You learned my name
Though, we know the names of strangers
By heart, but to ourselves
And when we become acquainted,
It is then they teach us to pronounce
An identity is an
Amorous invention
(via billowy)
What is truth, if
Morning comes
And we will not remember
(via go-for-broque)
Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.
Chuck Palahniuck
(via thecoolofnight)
She was the one
Who wore
A peculiar chaos
Around her ankles
She posed question, only to
Men who were well-versed
In tongues, not foreign
But misconstrued
Who could learn
With his fingers
In the fibers of her skin
On the surface of her ribs—
One question mark
(via sundryedtomatoes)
For the sartorial... ›
1 week ago on May 16, 2012 at 11:43pm
Admiring her character development this season.
A nudge,
He’s said enough
You know too much
Do you
Hear vengeance applaud
Guilt trusts no hindsight
(via billowy)
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