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..to fly and never age.

Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first? Peter Pan

the next generation is going to the dogs. I'm sick of all this shoddy realism.

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless. —  F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Beautiful And Damned)

Henry Chinaski's ten year drunk

"..we're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other,but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing." Charles Bukowski

Humanist, monk, scholar.

“I go to seek a Great Perhaps.”  ―  François Rabelais

living in a world without rest

"NO ONE IN MY FAMILY, NOT ONE OF MY FRIENDS OR CLASSMATES REALIZED THAT I WAS GOING THROUGH LIFE ASLEEP. IT WAS LITERALLY TRUE: I WAS GOING THROUGH LIFE ASLEEP. MY BODY HAD NO MORE FEELING THAN A DROWNED CORPSE. MY VERY EXISTENCE, MY LIFE IN THE WORLD, SEEMED LIKE A HALLUCINATION. A STRONG WIND WOULD MAKE ME THINK MY BODY WAS ABOUT TO BE BLOWN TO THE END OF THE EARTH, TO SOME LAND I HAD NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF, WHERE MY MIND AND BODY WOULD SEPARATE FOREVER. ‘HOLD TIGHT,’ I WOULD TELL MYSELF, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING FOR ME TO HOLD ON TO." -Haruki Murakami,  Sleep    

Divine Lutherville

“If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!”  ―  John Waters

It's all relative to the size of your steeple

I fall in love with everything, I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic. — M. Manson

Dedicated to noone

How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. —Charles Bukowski