Dark Nights, Obsidian Dreams

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I'm just some loser that thinks way too much.

Melbourne, Australia.

"From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I"
Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)

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"The human being cannot live in a condition of emptiness for very long: if he is not growing toward something, he does not merely stagnate; the pent-up potentialities turn into morbidity and despair, and eventually into destructive activities."
Man’s Search for Himself (Rollo May)

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"There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious."
Carl Jung (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
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"The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight."
Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tales (via blackestdespondency)

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"Despair…is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat."
Coetzee, J.M. Disgrace. (via wordsnquotes)

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"That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful."
Elizabeth Wurtzel (via sophianism)

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"Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really…How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via cexandcandy)
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