"Did you ever say yes to a pleasure? Oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. All things are linked, entwined, in love with one another."

Friedrich Nietzsche (via unbloom)

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Life’s a sad song.

found an old sketchbook

found an old sketchbook


Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.

Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention,
the furniture you have placed under the sun.

But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.

Twice I have so simply declared myself,
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
have taken on his craft, his magic.

In this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.

I did not think of my body at needle point.
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.
Suicides have already betrayed the body.

Still-born, they don’t always die,
but dazzled, they can’t forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile.

To thrust all that life under your tongue!—
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death’s a sad Bone; bruised, you’d say,

and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.

Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,

leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

—Anne Sexton, Wanting to Die

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The Angelic Process – We All Die Laughing (121 plays)


The Angelic Process//We All Die Laughing (Weighing Souls With Sand, 2007)

This song sends me though a conduit to another plane of existence. The 4:45 mark in particular. 


"…curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time…"

Anaïs Nin (via blackestdespondency)

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Aurora over Umsjöliden, Västerbotten, Sweden  1AM, April 6th 2014

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True Widow – Corpse Master (61 plays)

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Also I feel I must say this, I don’t want to die without having said this, Souvlaki by Slowdive is one of the most beautiful albums in the world.

The Cure – At Night (251 plays)