i'm obsessed with post war literature

I was no longer needing to be special, because I was no longer so caught in my puny separateness that had to keep proving I was something. I was part of the universe, like a tree is, or like grass is, or like water is. Like storms, like roses. I was just part of it all.

Ram dass

And my heart it shook with fear
I'm a coward behind a shield and spear
Take this sword and throw it far
Let it shine under the morning star

“Word — That invisible dagger.”
― Emil Cioran

“To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression.
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”

― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

Today.

“The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”

― Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

«من معتقدم که در این دنیای بزرگ دو نوع هنرمند داریم. دسته اول هنرمندای بدبخت و مفلوکی که سی سال طول میکشه تا بتونند یه باغ آلبالو رو بنویسند. اما دسته دوم هنرمندای خوشبخت و کامروایی که سه روز نشده یه باغ آلبالو رو می خورند.گوش کن ماریا، مزخرفترین کلمات دنیا امید و آینده است.»

- دو مرغابی در مه نوشته‌ی حسین پناهی

Life is just a shit thing to do

یه نیروی خیلی زیادی نیاز دارم تا سه چهار ماه آینده رو به خوبی بگذرونم چون حقیقتا با این حال روحی تا دستشویی رفتن هم برام سخته