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The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Hunger Point, Jillian Medoff

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See, we all got what I call a “life trap”, this gene-deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. Fucking fulfillment. And closure. Whatever the fuck those two fucking empty jars are to hold this shitstorm in. Nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end.

—Rust Cohle,True Detective (via pocket-full-of-stones)

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I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.

—Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: (via its-kneedeep)

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All is imaginary – family, office, friends, the street, all imaginary, far away or close at hand, the woman; the truth that lies closest, however, is only this, that you are beating your head against the wall of a windowless and doorless cell.

—Franz Kafka (via silencemadenietzschecry)

Finally, let us consider that even the seeker of knowledge operates as an artist and glorifier of cruelty, in that he compels his spirit to perceive against its own inclination, and often enough against the wishes of his heart: - he forces it to say No, where he would like to affirm, love, and adore; indeed, every instance of taking a thing profoundly and fundamentally, is a violation, an intentional injuring of the fundamental will of the spirit, which instinctively aims at appearance and superficiality - in all desire for knowledge there is already a drop of cruelty.

—Nietzsche (via silencemadenietzschecry)

The free human being is unaccustomed and immoral because, in all things, he wants to depend upon himself and not upon a tradition: in every primitive state of human society, “evil” is tantamount to “individual,” ” free,” “arbitrary,” “unusual,” “unforeseen,” “incalculable.”

—Nietzsche (via silencemadenietzschecry)

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

—Elizabeth Wurtzel (via blackestdespondency)

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