Vet ej vem som tagit dessa... men så fina. :O

Brooklyn Baby

Memories of old

Foton av Davis Ayer


March snow

k ä l l a - okänd.

Too guilty to come home


Har ingen källa :( Men de var så fantastiskt fina bilder.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart, Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.

"Hell is other people" may refer to the self-conscious torment that one goes through when unable to escape the judgments of others.
"Misanthropy develops when without art one puts complete trust in somebody thinking the man absolutely true and sound and reliable and then a little later discovers him to be bad and unreliable ... and when it happens to someone often ... he ends up ... hating everyone."
Arthur Schopenhauer argued that the value of life is ultimately negative because any positive experiences will always be outweighed by suffering which is a more powerful feeling.
 “People diminish me;
the longer I sit and listen to them
the more empty I feel but I don't get
the idea that they feel empty, I feel
that they enjoy the sound from their
 “I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained; man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.”


Agitated screams of maggots

My end and my beginning.

Fotograf: Akinori Ito    


från flickr


Fantastiska bilder av -> k ä l l a

(We) found love in a hopeless place

Världen är svår, korrupt och mörk, men ändå är naturen så vacker. Jag önskar jag hade källorna till dessa bilder. Behöver inspiration, har fotat samma saker om och om igen på sistone och det är tråkigt och händelselöst. Vill testa något nytt och utvecklas. :( feel the photography craaavings. Nu är det i alla fall dags att se LCS och hade tänkt rita lite för en gångsskull.

You make me want to die, I'll never be good enough

This thing between us is a rickety bridge of impossible crossing...



“there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
the greatest times

we will know it

we will know it
more than

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

we will wait

in that space.”
― Charles Bukowski

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