Under the Sun and somewhere in between

Me: “Hello stranger!"
You: "err... Hi?"
Me: "Well I can see that I am going to love you already!"

So much debt, so little time.

“What are men to rocks and mountains?”

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Yes,please.

Yes,please.

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partyinyoureyesocket:

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Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via larmoyante)

killingcharlemagne:

And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that…

SHIT!” I snapped. “How many people has that junkie bastard shot since we’ve known him? Six? Eight? That evil little fuck is so guilty that I should probably kill him myself, on general principles.

Hunter S. Thompson (Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, 1971)


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You must always keep in mind that a path is only a path. Each path is only one of a million paths. If you feel that you must now follow it, you need not stay with it under any circumstances. Any path is only a path. There is no affront to yourself or others in dropping a path if that is what your heart tells you to do. But your decision to keep on a path or to leave it must be free of fear and ambition. I caution you: look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself and yourself alone this one question. Does this path have a heart? All paths are the same. They lead nowhere. They are paths going through the brush or into the brush or under the brush of the Universe. The only question is: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then it is a good path. If it doesn’t, then it is of no use.
Carlos Castaneda, Anthropologist / Author (1925 - 1998). From The Tao of Photography.  (via nezartdesign)

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There are no words for this. 

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