Nowhere Expresso

When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things, not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of society or where you have to fulfill social relationships.

Tim Burton (via marthawebber)

(Fuente: bellamort-in-wonderland, vía 2002498)

I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via eternelle-ritournelle)

(Fuente: i12bent, vía eternelle-ritournelle)

When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things, not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of society or where you have to fulfill social relationships.

Tim Burton (via bellamort-in-wonderland)

(vía fuckthereallife)

Start doing the things you think should be done, and start being what you think society should become. Do you believe in free speech? Then speak freely. Do you love the truth? Then tell it. Do you believe in an open society? Then act in the open. Do you believe in a decent and humane society? Then behave decently and humanely.

(via world-realities) (via her0inchic, justbesplendid)

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, pain, fence, etc., the more you save—the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour—your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life—the greater is the store of your estranged being

Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844. Marx-Engels Reader, ed. R.C. Tucker, 2nd ed, p. 95-96. (via eternelle-ritournelle)

(vía eternelle-ritournelle)

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

Fernando Pessoa (via mitochondria)

(Fuente: foudre, vía flippant-rejoinder)