Nicodemusinspiration - NICODEMUS PREWETT

someone: you're pretentious

me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?

MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

Cathrynne M. Valente, Deathless. (via feuerdove)

Lying Odysseus replied, ‘I will tell you the truth completely.’

Odyssey 24.303-4, trans. Emily Wilson (via terpsikeraunos)

Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?

Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems (1931 - 2001); “Farewell” (via echymosis)

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

Charles Bukowski  (via jungminhee)