Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. – Edna St. Vincent Millay (via heartmindspirit)
…darkness can be said to be something where our own potential as human beings...– Tapio Kotkavuori, The Left Hand Path (via cosmictrickster)
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other...– Marina Tsvetaeva, from “I Know the Truth” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Trayvon’s blackness wasn’t something he could hide, so it wouldn’t have mattered...– Angela Marie Davis (via zorascreation)
They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.– Eddie Izzard (via wahya-nvda)
The desire to exist permeates all that lives, and expresses itself in terrible...– Jordan Peterson, Maps of Meaning (via wildnessliesinwait)
crowleyshouseplant: I know what Holy is I know that the soul is shaped like a bowl; I know the lies we try to fill it with and we spill too often the orchards inside but my lover’s shoes were tied with guitar strings and when I walked beside there was a silo in my chest; there was a field full of sun; there was a river full of gold that we left to pick our sweet hearts from the trees that kept...
Mourn us all in one. We are all dead.– Euripides,Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via fuckyeahexistentialism)