Nowhere Expresso

Al mismo tiempo comprendí que la base de su pesimismo no era desprecio del mundo, sino desprecio de sí propio, pues si bien hablaba sin miramientos y con un sentido demoledor de instituciones y personas, nunca se excluía a sí , siempre era él mismo el primero contra quien dirigía sus flechas, era él mismo el primero a quien odiaba y negaba…

El lobo estepario, Hermann Hesse (via factanonverba)

(Fuente: tumblerete, vía dispersiondemente)

It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.

Nick Hornby (High Fidelity)

(Fuente: breezebits)

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

Nick Hornby (High Fidelity)

(Fuente: urayamashii-princess)

I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.

Simone de Beauvoir (via moonbrains)

(Fuente: amandaonwriting, vía luegengeschichte)

Hundimiento, imposibilidad de dormir, de permanecer despierto; imposibilidad de soportar la vida o, con mayor precisión, de soportar el sucederse de la vida. Los relojes no coinciden, el reloj interno acelera de una manera diabólica o satánica, en todo caso inhumana; el externo avanza atascándose, con su marcha
habitual.

 Kafka Franz / Aforismos visiones y sueños / El miedo, la angustia la soledad (fragmento)

(Fuente: extremosdelacordura, vía die-dunkle-welt)