"Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."

-  Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle  (via rabbrakha)

cantexplainwontexplain:

44th-st:

jedavu:

Artist Creates ‘Decaying’ Paintings As Visual Representation Of Neglect

by Valerie Hegarty

If I had some visual arts for school
I would have done something similar to this for my hsc

this is bloody awesome

"I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."

- "Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)
"I fall in love with something new everyday
It’s just who I am
I fall in love with things that are never going to love me back"

- sober thoughts (via halalporn)

heartheraindrops-fall:

Translation: I wonder what kind of people find their love reciprocated

daviddelruelle:

In the presence of all be nothing  (Artwork for a book project to come)

"Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you."

- (via the-queen-of-itasasu)