lolol, my dad is dealing heirloom fruit seeds, marigolds and discussing ions, while I’m talking with this dealer about this strand called “animal cookies”—to which I tell him, “I don’t have anything against the munchies, I just don’t want to have any.”


-Your hands are too cold.
-It’s just because of heart.

(c) A. Chekhov


Told a lady once that my hands are cold because all of my blood is “here” while pointing to my chest.

Men can’t escape from being governed. They either must govern themselves or they must submit to being governed by others. If from lawlessness or fickleness, from folly or self-indulgence, they refuse to govern themselves, then most assuredly in the end they will have to be governed by the outside.

Teddy Roosevelt

Why Companies Shouldn’t ‘Do’ Compliance.” Forbes.

It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.
Marina Abramović, Rest Energy

She has a mouth like unswept glass—-when you least expect it she cuts you.

— Junot Diaz, “Otravida, Otravez” (via thenegrotude)

(Source: luciaferr, via jabitte)

A bachelor’s life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner.

— Francis Bacon

Telling the truth to yourself is Integrity; Telling the truth to others is Honesty; Telling the truth with no fear or intimidation is Bravity and being free from falsehood is Purity!

— Israelmore Ayivor

Whoever has experienced the power and the unrestrained ability to humiliate another human being automatically loses his own sensations. Tyranny is a habit, it has its own organic life, it develops finally into a disease. The habit can kill and coarsen the very best man or woman to the level of a beast. Blood and power intoxicate … the return of the human dignity, repentance and regeneration becomes almost impossible.

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The House of the Dead

The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism – and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But, if he’s reasonably strong – and lucky – he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life’s elan. Both because of and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death – however mutable man may be able to make them – our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

— Stanley Kubrick

What is it that i'm searching for in this strange place, day after day?