“Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
—Bukowski (via everythingyoulovetohate)
November 2011
109 posts
“All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.”
—The character of Ernest Hemingway in the movie Midnight In Paris, as written by Woody Allen. (via on-display)
“We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much too afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via smuttny)
Things I Do Not Understand
1. Why a piping hot cup of coffee does not appear at my bedside every morning upon my waking.
2. Why I even bother going to Economics when I’d rather pull out each of my finger nails one by one.
3. Why for the love of God, I cannot get laid.
“She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via bookmania)
think I wanna start a new blog that’s just a chronicle of how desperate I am to hook up with someone who’s somewhat normal, appealing, and sexually capable.
entry 3: today I looked through the facebook group of my residence hall and failed to find a single potential candidate.
THIS.
