The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.
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The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.
Life can be strange sometimes, and knowing it can be doesn’t seem to make it any less so. I know I don’t have any real wisdom. I don’t have any wonderful ideas. I am lucky to have found a few nice people here and there.
Ottessa Moshfegh, The Surrogate
(via neonbodhisattva)
(via neonbodhisattva)
Life can be strange sometimes, and knowing it can be doesn’t seem to make it any less so. I know I don’t have any real wisdom. I don’t have any wonderful ideas. I am lucky to have found a few nice people here and there.
Ottessa Moshfegh, The Surrogate
(via neonbodhisattva)
(via neonbodhisattva)
When it got dark I’d go out again for more forties and, on occasion, food. Around ten P. M. I’d switch to vodka and would pretend to better myself with a book or some kind of music, as though God were checking up on me.
“All good here,” I pretended to say. “Just bettering myself, as always.”
“Bettering Myself,” Ottessa Moshfegh (via nogreatillusion)
When it got dark I’d go out again for more forties and, on occasion, food. Around ten P. M. I’d switch to vodka and would pretend to better myself with a book or some kind of music, as though God were checking up on me.
“All good here,” I pretended to say. “Just bettering myself, as always.”
“Bettering Myself,” Ottessa Moshfegh (via nogreatillusion)
Those were the days when the earth itself fornicated with the sky, when everything germinated and everything was fruitful.
“Quaestio De Centauris” by Primo Levi (2015)
Those were the days when the earth itself fornicated with the sky, when everything germinated and everything was fruitful.
“Quaestio De Centauris” by Primo Levi (2015)
‘They’re always inventing new ways not to be aware of the canyon between them, but it’s a canyon of tiny distances: a sentence or a silence here, a closing or an opening of space there, a moment of difficult truth or of difficult generosity. That’s all.’
“Love Is Blind and Deaf” by Jonathan Safran Foer (2015)
‘They’re always inventing new ways not to be aware of the canyon between them, but it’s a canyon of tiny distances: a sentence or a silence here, a closing or an opening of space there, a moment of difficult truth or of difficult generosity. That’s all.’
“Love Is Blind and Deaf” by Jonathan Safran Foer (2015)