“You hold flaws so beautiful, even perfection aches with envy.
No. It aches with desire.
A sickening, damning desire,
That secretly slips to the soles of your feet to devour you whole.”
—— by CarpeVenus (@songs-of-venus)
… in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world
I would rather die in your arms than live a thousand years alone.
Even if i’m the villain
I felt peace, you see, because I'd embraced the madness. And yet I don't believe it was madness. I use the word as shorthand. The world will call it madness. You can't convince normal people otherwise.
Lisa Taddeo, from Animal
Tera mujhse hai pehle ka nata koi…
“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen
My toxic trait is that I made Daphne du Maurier my personality in school instead of Jane Austen
So many people disregard Camus as cold, detached, cynical.
But I ask you, what is a cynic, if not a broken romantic?
“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
// Albert Camus, from “Notebooks, 1951-1959”
Can I haunt you? Like romantically.
𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜
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