I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Landscapes, 2014 | by Anthony Samaniego
Ted Lawson - Entropy Is A Myth
Near me there are only distances.
— Antonio Porchia (via sadfag
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via queer-lust
Grand Central, NYC 1929
Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Let them eat cake. We have a MacBook.
one of the worst moments in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all belong to someone and they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there