Tell people there’s an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority will believe you;

Tell them the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to make sure.

- George Carlin (via damn-peasants)
I want to be alone…with someone else who wants to be alone.
- Dimitri Zaik (via reteris)

(Source: sad-plath)


an animal not wanting me petting them hurts more than any anon ever could

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
- Louis XIV (last words)

(Source: historyinspires)

I don’t like to admitting how hard shits been getting but, I am completely lost. I am losing my grip to reality and shutting down again.

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.
- (via khazix)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

…art itself, be it literature, painting or music, has to establish a relationship with the real that is no longer a matter or ornament, of imitation, but a matter or laying bare, unmasking, scraping, digging, of violent reduction to the basic aspects of existence. […] Art becomes a place of eruption from below, of what has no right or possibility of expression in a culture. […] The courage of the art in its barbarous truth should go against the consensus of the culture.
- Michel Foucault, ‘The Courage of Truth’ Lectures at the College de France, 1983-1984. (via luchie)