maelstrom of absurdity
duncan
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Oscar Wilde
(2 days ago)
be a sick cunt - not a hard cunt
We could keep out the sadness and stand so tall,
We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall.
We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall.
because sticking up for yourself makes you look mad…. laughing at their face and saying u mad is a million times more effective
It’s like a book elegantly bound, but
In a language that you can’t read just yet
In a language that you can’t read just yet
God is absence. God is the solitude of man.
Jean-Paul Sartre
(3 months ago)