I’m going to make a seperate account for personal posts. So if you’re not a color photoblog and I unfollow you, it’s nothing personal; I’m just going to follow you with my personal blog instead.
It’s just easier that way so that this dash is mostly pictures and that one is mostly things I relate to.
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
(via silent-hills)
An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. “Can they be brought together?” This is a practical question. We must get down to it. “I despise intelligence” really means: “I cannot bear my doubts.
