“I never felt like that before. Maybe it could be depression, like you get. I can understand how you suffer now when you’re depressed; I always thought you liked it and I thought you could have snapped yourself out any time, if not alone then my means of the mood organ. But when you get that depressed you don’t care. Apathy, because you’ve lose a sense of worth. It doesn’t matter whether you feel better because you have no worth.” —Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.” —Madeleine L’Engle (via oceanofmind)
first graders are strange
- A: What's your favorite food?
- M: Pickles!
- Me: Me too.
- A: What next? M____ what comes next?
- M: Chicken!
- A: After that?
- M: Babies!
- Me: Did I just hear you correctly?
- M: Yeah....
“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.” —Charles Bukowski (via bloodisthenewblackk)
waking up alone is sometimes just as nice as waking up with someone else.