This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka
We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?
Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann  (via memereve)
belgium is here

belgium is here

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

E. E. Cummings, Since Feeling Is First
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

psyche revived by cupid’s kiss

Out Getting Ribs
King Krule
6 Feet Beneath the Moon
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Hate runs through my blood
Well my tongue was in love
But my heart was left above
I can’t believe it now
I thought I’d never be shot down
But girl, I’m black and blue
So beaten down for you
Well, I’m beaten down and blue

Don’t break away
I’ll waste away
Don’t break away

Lay me out across the grey
Hours I should have kept at bay
I had no chance to get away
I can’t escape my own escape
Even more when it’s sweet to the taste
Red stairs lead sense astray
I look up and seek for faith
But girl, just lean over and say
“Lay me down”
And hear me out
Take my crown
Submerse me down

But wait
I make my last request
This could be the best
But I need to rest
Well I’ve been broken down
So much has lost it now
I just wanted to say
Don’t you worry about a thing