Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire… Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.
Charles Bukowski, Women

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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Jim Morrison (via observando)


You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Cormac McCarthy, No Country For Old Men 

I’m not a real person yet.

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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
Marcel Proust (via observando)


An artist is someone who should raise questions rather than give answers.
Michael Haneke (via filmsboutique)
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
Albert Camus, The First Man (via larmoyante)