never throw me anything unless you’re ok with it dropping
by Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)
by An 8-year old Friedrich Nietzsche was asked to explain to his mother why he had painted his sister, Elisabeth, without her head. His response was the above. (via violentwavesofemotion)
You will see that you contain all opposites and spend many years trying to figure out which one is true, and snuff out the one you believe to be a lie. You will try to murder yourself, and fail. You will change your mind and reverse your strategy. And again. This tactic is a pendulum shaped like an axe that swings wild and wide. This is how you will die the death of a thousand cuts.
When you grow bored of bleeding out you will decide you are great enough to contain all opposites. You will attempt to love them, equally. But you won’t. You will conclude that good and evil is an opinion. You will begin to question how your opinions have developed. You will keep some, discard others.
You will reason that if the same intelligence that holds the cosmos together, that keeps the sun at perfect distance, that spins the earth, is present in all things then maybe, just maybe, even this is somehow perfect: its horror and its ecstasy.
by Alison Nappi (via venuschild)
by Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via 5000letters)