" When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in such a humiliating position. I find it beautiful, and so in that very shame, I suddenly begin a hymn. "
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (via torturegardens)

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" Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it. "
Shel Silverstein  (via lunagemme)
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Alphonse Mucha