“The only gossip I’m interested in is things from the Weekly World News - ‘Woman’s bra bursts, 11 injured’. That kind of thing.”
- Johnny Depp
“In the inner world your desires bring about their own fulfillment, effortlessly. That inner world, and the exterior one, intersect and interweave. They only appear separate. In the physical world, time may have to elapse, or whatever. Conditions may have to change, or whatever, but the desire will bring about the proper results. The feeling of effortlessness is what is important.”
— Seth
(Source: friedeggsandwiches, via stoge)

“And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him…”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
(Source: sangredeltoro)

“People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.”
— Inayat Khan
(Source: thegrowlers)
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold
Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, “Hey! Get a job!”
“Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don’t really like what you do.
We don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have,
And this problem’s made you ill.”
- Daniel Johnston - The story of an Artist
(Source: robotcosmonaut, via crooners)

“I fell in love with your sailor mouth, and your wounded eyes.”
— Tom Waits
(Source: wankbankofamerica, via crooners)
some symphonies remind me of certain cities and certain rooms,
make me realize that certain people now long dead were able to
transgress graveyards
and traps and cages and bones and limbs
people who broke through with joy and madness and with
insurmountable force
in tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles
(via henrycharlesbukowski)
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.