"My perception of the world made me feel a more acute form of the strangeness of things. In the silence and immensity, each object was cut off by a knife, detached in the void, in limitless space, separated from other objects. By the very fact of being alone, without any link with the environment, it began to exist. I felt as if I had been thrown out of the world, outside life, as if I were a spectator of some endless, chaotic film in which I could not take part. I knew not how to reach for anything."

  Michel Foucault (via awreckageofstars)

(via fukingly)

"You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth."

Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You 

(via owls-love-tea)

(Source: larmoyante, via glittertomb)

"A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it"

Emily Dickinson, from “[1188]” (via proustitute)

condorn:

every morning I look forward to coming home and sleeping

(Source: condom, via streptomyces)

"I am thirsty for silence."

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

"I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead."

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

"In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."

Carl Gustav Jung (via occult101)

(via the-unknown-friend)