this guy... still hilarious and still helps a lot when it comes down to survival
Tumblr’s prodigal son returns to his audience of one--himself.
The past four or five years I’ve been consumed by ideas. Articulations. Unraveling mysteries.
But what kind of a mystery is something that can be articulated or unraveled? Very low quality.
Prose and poetry and music feel a little bit like things of another elevated reality. Such a place it must be, where those irresistible people live from myths and novels, such muses there must be to inspire some of the melodies out there.
So, where I can articulate something, or explicitly understand meaning, there I must break myself. And through the mystery, can one only reach anything worth reaching.
You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.
F Scott Fitzgerald - This Side of Paradise
Extreme close-ups of human eyes by Suren Manvelyan
I decided that this blog won't have any pretensious notion, so there you have it, no fake art, just a usual pose ;)
Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
F Scott Fitzgerald - The Beautiful and Damned
I mostly write. Read at your leisure but remember that my posts are usually produced half-asleep and if you confront me for anything that came from me I will be surprisingly fierce and unforeseeably collected. Although I hope we will agree and you will have a good time.
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