Oh, Life...

I am a geographer, traveler, and
a connoisseur of fine things. Yada, yada, yada.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

—Charles Bukowski (via quotes-shape-us)

Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.

—Charles Bukowski (via weshuffor)

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

—Charles Bukowski (via feellng)

Being against evil doesn’t make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide… I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you’re fighting.

—Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream (via rhetoriques)

The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back “What?”

—J.D. Salinger, “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters” (via hazeltons)

I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic—with its vast fossil-hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice-cap—and I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain.

H. P. Lovecraft, "At the Mountains of Madness"

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