A man condemned to death: ‘During my whole brief life, I have never seen anything but evil…In such conditions and with such a life, can one love anything whatever, even what is good?’

1 week ago  /  5 notes  /  Source: outofthedarkness

Art is the activity that exalts and denies simultaneously. ‘No artist tolerates reality,’ says Nietzsche. That is true, but no artist can get along without reality. Artistic creation is a demand for unity and a rejection of the world. But it rejects the world on account of what it lacks and in the name of what it sometimes is.

2 weeks ago  /  530 notes  /  Source: outofthedarkness

Killing yourself amounts to confessing. It is confessing that life is too much for you or that you do not understand it… It is merely confessing that it ‘is not worth the trouble.’ Living, naturally, is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons, the first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit, the absence of any profound reason for living, the insane character of that daily agitation and the uselessness of suffering.

2 weeks ago  /  91 notes  /  Source: psychoholic-slag

I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

2 weeks ago  /  1,222 notes  /  Source: mayraq

She laughs, and the sound of it crinkles in my chest like a candy wrapper in a quiet room. I want more.

2 weeks ago  /  4,383 notes  /  Source: echoingstreetsigns