September 22. Nothing.

“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.”

— Joanne Harris (via quotemadness)

— Hermann Hesse, from “Iris”, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse

Charles Baudelaire, from The Flowers of Evil: Poems; "The Possessed,"

Alejandra Pizarnik, "Silences" from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

“Cerebral, bewitching, and heartless.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, describing Lou Andreas-Salomé, from a letter to Paul Rée written c. September 1879 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Anaïs Nin, from “The diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. 3: 1939-1944”

“Incense, with its sweetsmelling perfume and high-ascending smoke, can be compared to a sincere, earnest prayer which, enkindled by the fire of concentration, rises up as a pleasant offering.”

—

Anna Riva;

Magic With Incense and Powders: 850 Rituals and Uses With Chants and Prayers

(via liminalblessings)

“I look around my library some nights and I do these terrible things to myself: I count up the books and think, how long I might have to live and think, ‘Fuck, I can’t read two-thirds of these books.’ It overwhelms me with sadness.”

— David Bowie, 2002

Kim Addonizio, from "'Round Midnight'", What Is This Thing Called Love

“I do understand—and it is terrible.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1915, featured in “Letters to Felice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)