May 2011
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Happiness Is A Warm Gun
The Beatles
The Beatles - Happiness Is A Warm Gun
“Don’t read too deeply into the things I say. You might drown.”
—I Wrote This For You: The Lifeguard Is Off Duty (via kari-shma)
“Psychedelics are not illegal because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out the first story window, psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve phonic structures and culturally laid down novels of behavior and information processing, they open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.”
—Terence McKenna (via cavesoflilith)
“If you say “I don’t read” like it’s something to be proud of, punch yourself in the face repeatedly.”
—Donald Bell (via nakeyamerican)
“And so I went from eighteen to nineteen. Each day the sun would rise and set, the flag would be raised and lowered. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to do. I made no friends in classes, hardly knew anyone in the dorm. The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.”
— Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami (via tenzinorzin)
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Matilde, where are you? Down there I noticed,
under my necktie and just above the heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.
I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that…
“His mind slid away into the labyrinth world of doublethink. To know and to not know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness, while telling carefully constructed lines, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it”
—1984 by George Orwell (via nemebatocabe)
Ballad of Jim Jones
The Brian Jonestown Massacre
the brian jonestown massacre: ballad of jim jones
“She was part of her room—part of the great bouquet of southern anemones, of the white page net curtains that blew in stiff against the light breeze, of the mirrors, the white silky rugs; she was part of the high, shaking, quivering clamour, broken with little bells and crying voices that went streaming by outside,—part of the leaves and the light.”
—Katherine Mansfield, “This Flower” (via katherine-mansfield)
“Our social relationships are limited, most of the time, to gossip and criticizing people’s behavior. This observation slowly pushed me to isolate from the so-called social life. My days pass by in solitude.”
—Ingmar Bergman (via misswallflower)
