Andrei Tarkovsky’s “STALKER” (1979)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star.

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for someone to wear them.

This is death, death, death, she noted in the margin of her mind; when illusion fails.

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.

Those who control the past, control the future: who controls the present controls the past.

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

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Charles Bukowski, Post Office

(via weissewiese)

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

I think everyone’s bisexual to some degree or another; it’s just a question of whether or not you choose to recognize it and embrace it. Personally, I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You’d be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavors.