"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)

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"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 

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

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


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)

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