"Je vadrouille à travers les jours comme une putain dans un monde sans trottoir." - Emil Cioran
This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.
— Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
  1. teacher: are there any classes you are struggling with?
  2. me: the bourgeois
  3. teacher: what
  4. me: what
  5. karl marx: nice
Little bit
Lykke Li

And for you I keep my legs apart

And forget about my tainted heart

celestial-navigation:

Iceland, just the hint of the aurora looking out to the mountains beyond Thingvellir. A perfect night.

celestial-navigation:

Iceland, just the hint of the aurora looking out to the mountains beyond Thingvellir. A perfect night.

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.
— Louis Adamic