I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired. Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via cavum)

This is the chemical formula for love:

dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

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I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via bevare)
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too. William Saroyan, My Heart’s in the Highlands (via an-art-gallery)
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

Kendrick Lamar

This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

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