610I’m not a morning person
or a night time person
I don’t think I’m even a person
(Source: m-icrosoft, via deepdowntheocean)
هل يوجد أساساً طريقة لجعل الملح يلتصق بالكرز الأخضر غير بلها باللسان قليلاً أول مرة، إذا كانت توجد طريقة فأنا لا أريد أن أعرفها.
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
Pearl S. Buck (via theonlymagicleftisart)
(via todf)
I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
via fuckyeahexistentialism * delicateswans (via frenchtwist)
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I pity my self for having the urge to micro-write my ideas and thought into sub sentences in the form tweets or posts. It’s just scattered all around, and I like to think that I have something of substance to say, somehow, someday.
فنجان واحد آخر من القهوة وننطلق.
I’m more than apathetic and less than interested, what am I?
