Spots Of Time

Dostoevsky-

"I will have other children but where is my Sonya?"

comfort in “being better” is just as evil as the doer himself.

I find incredibly strange the weird phenomenon of actualizing the stuff you dream about, especially if you dream about those things for long periods of time
You think about what you want and then you get there and there’s a moment of confusion, of “ok…so this is it”, not sure what to feel
There’s the downfall of expectations I guess… How is one to go about dreaming properly then

Completely realizing that “happiness only real when shared” is absolutely true Stressed aloneness and independence for such a long time but when it comes down to it the most real and satisfying happiness might actually lie in people because people are the only things in this world that can understand and love you back. As much as I get incredible joy from something like nature, it can’t ever do that

Never have I breathed fresher air or seen more stars in my life

Life is so painfully bittersweet that I frequently collapse at its feet in weakness and helplessness

Totally Kierkegaard’s Concept of Anxiety all the time

The no-path path

No better way to truly measure yourself than throwing yourself at the unknown

hello new world

hello new world

Paolo Nutini

—Candy

Candy - Paolo Nutini

I’m some stain there on your bed sheet
You’re my diamond in the rough

Just give me some candy, before I go…

(Source: monstreux)

'You've got to be crazy. It's too late to be sane, too late. You've got to go full tilt bozo cause you're only given a little spark of madness and if you lose that, you're nothing.' -R. Williams

—(via frankocean)

life is heavy