"And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.”
— Anton Chekhov (via blackestdespondency)

dion-thesocialist:

Welcome to my twisted mind. Behold this picture of a white woman smoking. Lay witness to some pastel flowers. So fucking twisted.

"The distance, and as it were the space around man, grows with the strength of his intellectual vision and insight: his world becomes profounder; new stars, new enigmas, and notions are ever coming into view. Perhaps everything on which the intellectual eye has exercised its acuteness and profundity has just been an occasion for its exercise, something of a game, something for children and childish minds. Perhaps the most solemn conceptions “God” and “sin,” will one day seem to us of no more importance than a child’s plaything or a child’s pain seems to and old man; and perhaps another plaything and another pain will then be necessary once more for “the old man” — always childish enough, an eternal child!”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
"I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live.”
— Epictetus (via blackestdespondency)
"A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why are there so few women on this panel? Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women; they were there; I knew them; their families put them in institutions; they were given electric shock. In the ’50s, if you were male, you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up. There were cases; I knew them; someday someone will write about them.”
— (via mykastesla)
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