“i react like everyone else, even those i most despise; but i make up for it by deploring every action i commit.”

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that 100 years later when a stranger looks at it, it moves again because it is life.

Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all.

It's world poetry day so here are some of my favorite poems:

““Probably it is true enough that the great majority are rarely capable of thinking independently, that on most questions they accept views which they find ready-made, and that they will be equally content if born or coaxed into one set of beliefs or another. In any society freedom of thought will probably be of direct significance only for a small minority. But this does not mean that anyone is competent, or ought to have power, to select those to whom this freedom is to be reserved. It certainly does not justify the presumption of any group of people to claim the right to determine what people ought to think or believe.” ― Friedrich August von Hayek, The Road to Serfdom”

“Ah! I’m suffocating from this longing I have for you.”

Um nicht sehr unglücklich zu werden, ist das sicherste Mittel, daß man nicht verlange, sehr glücklich zu sein.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is truly free.

Nichts ist schwerer, als bedeutende Gedanken so auszudrücken, daß sie jeder verstehen muß.

“I am not a religious person, I am hardly a person at all except when I look at you and think that this life with you must go on forever because it is so perfect, with all its imperfections.”