Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
“Human relationships didn’t work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death…in a cesspool.”—Women, Charles Bukowski (via -phrenology)
“When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.”—
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”— Unknown (via theholykaron)
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”—Jodi Picoult (via thehumannumber)
“Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.”—10 Myths About Introverts | CarlKingdom.com :: Writer. Director. Artist. (via autostraddle)
“Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know myself anymore. If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”—Jay Asher (via venebelle)
“It’s funny: when we released the album [The Incident] — in fact, we’ve done this on the last couple of records — we do this thing where we get all the press along to a playback session, and we take their phones away from them, and we actually sit them in a room, and we get them to listen to the album. In surround sound, usually.
And it’s that idea that you can get someone that would probably normally be listening to the album in their office while they’re checking their e-mail, and texting someone, and taking some calls, and checking the cricket score on the TV… take all that away from them and actually say, ‘no, this is an album that you’re supposed to listen to as a musical continuum.’”—Steven Wilson (via arousal-annulled)
“I think the important thing is that when you make an album, you put a lot of thought into the lyrical content, and that the concept is important to you. I think it’s also important that you make it work purely as music. I think there are some examples in the history of rock music where people become so focused on the concept that the music begins to suffer.”—Steven Wilson on concept albums (via arousal-annulled)
“That’s the thing I want to make clear about depression: It’s got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal — unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature’s part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.”—Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I scared myself, because once you’ve thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you’ve actually done it, and then you’re never quite sure what your limits are.”—Twisted by Laurie Halse Anderson (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I stare at this ceaseless, rushing crowd and imagine a time a hundred years from now. In a hundred years everybody here-me included-will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ashes or dust. A weird thought, but everything in front of me starts to seem unreal, like a gust of wind could blow it all away.”—Haruki Murakami (via obseo)
Ack. Feeling great. Life is, after all, naught but a series of choices. And I have made mine.
I know what I am, what I am not. I know what I need, what I need not. I’ll get through, because at the end of the day, life goes on.
What does it mean to break out of the social dimension? There are worlds not real that we create and imprison ourselves to. There are worlds as plain as day that we are conditioned not to see, not to feel. Those who can’t hear the music think those dancing to be mad. The music will always be there, if one is attentive to it’s melody. Who am I, to love, to hate?
I always thought there was something transcendental to them, some hidden wisdom, some invisible aura about them, something not in me. Was there some dormant dimension of the soul not yet fully manifest, some primordial daemon within still asleep, mute to any form of awakening perceptible to man? What was the difference, the gulf across the gazes, dividing and isolating us and them?
Nothing. Because there is nothing in them, nothing in me. Consciousness was not a premeditated work of art, not something that could sprout tall or set its roots deep below. There was no superiority to it, no degeneracy afflicting it, nothing making one man holier than the next. This I know.
So goodbye. There are worlds we choose to belong to, worlds we embrace, worlds we reject. Well, I choose not to be thus. Henceforth, I shall be invisible to you, and you to me.
“I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn’t identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music, they just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.”—Kurt Cobain (via ledzepexual)
“There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.”—Lemony Snicket (via thechocolatebrigade)
“It wasn’t about jumping up and down to some catchy phrase, it was about connecting with the music, listening and respecting these people as artists, and listening with an artist’s ears.”—Maynard James Keenan (via scrambs)
“It’s a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.”—Haruki Murakami (via bodymindandrooh)