You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is...– Werner Herzog, writing to his cleaning woman (via bryanschutmaat) I really, really hope everyone realizes that this is satire. (And perfect, at that!)
It hurts the soul, after attempting to express pure excitement for life after a life-defining moment, when nobody cares. Is it because they understand but just don’t care? Or is it because they’re oblivious to what exactly life-defining moments mean to someone? Either way, how don’t these people relate to it in any capacity? I feel sad for them being so shallow and sad for me...
I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via joycejamie)
The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.– Phaedrus