“The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one. But keep looking, crawling in and out of beds. Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.” — Charles Bukowski, “Alone With Everybody” (via petrichour)


“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §146.


30 Day Anime Challenge (from the last to the first!)
Day 12:Anime you’ve rewatched the most - Bleach


“When we are awake we also do what we do in our dreams: we invent and make up the person with whom we associate, and immediately forget it.”

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §138.

“A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which he has set his heart. If the passion for reading conquers him, his gains dwindle and vanish between his fingers. A reader, on the other hand, must check the desire for learning at the outset; if knowledge sticks to him well and good, but to go in pursuit of it, to read on a system, to become a specialist or an authority, is very apt to kill what suits us to consider the more humane passion for pure and disinterested reading.” — Virginia Woolf (via observando)

“Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.” — Zelda Fitzgerald (via petrichour)


“Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.”

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §133.

“My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.” — Edvard Munch  (via petrichour)