I am sitting in my bed, looking out my window. Wishing I could paint the photos my camera takes of the lighting horizon on one half of the sky and the full moon on the other, making morning come faster. Knowing that while it is four am here, somewhere else is seven in the morning, always seeing the sun before I do. It’s a beautiful moment.

danceabletragedy:

by Michael Donovan

"…in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life."

— Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (via petrichour)

"Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind."

— Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

cartographe:

the ruined map (par memetic)

"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me."

— Thought Catalog

littleworries:

You have been sleeping badly. All tight with worry about asteroids arriving, and if you can still bake bread with your heavy little hands and those holes in your lungs.

When I dream of you there are no asteroids, and there is your bread, and you sleep all quiet and tiny breath.

"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 

"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"

— Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays

"What the really great artists do is they’re entirely themselves. They’re entirely themselves, they’ve got their own vision, they have their own way of fracturing reality, and if it’s authentic and true, you will feel it in your nerve endings."

— David Foster Wallace