I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
—Vincent van Gogh (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: obdormio, via loveyourchaos)
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
“When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.”
(Source: moonchildxxx, via loveyourchaos)
(via loveyourchaos)
(Source: montaballin, via loveyourchaos)
me: hey, its all blondes working today.
my pedo boss: I’VE NEARLY CREATED MY UTOPIA!
not.even.joking. -__-‘
(background info: his wife is brunette and overweight. he only hires young, predominantly blonde girls. youd think the awkward sexual tension would make me scared to come to work; ive nearly been there three years now. its amazing).
me: would you rather cheat, or be cheated on?
my pedo boss: cheat *nodding and smirking*
me: so you’d like to be to blame for tearing apart your family and your kids would pretty much hate you forever?
my pedo boss: didn’t really think about that heh heh *walks off*
“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
- Chuck Palahniuk, from “Diary”
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”— Jonathan Safran Foer
““What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.””—
Chuck Palahniuk
“I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.”—
Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.
—Anaïs Nin (via uponswallows)
