March 2012
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)