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'«The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.'
Oscar Wilde

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

—Albert Camus, The Fall (via seabois)

(via fircyk)

He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.

—(via lauvra)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via downthegutterray)

cisbender:

when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

(Source: edeaaa, via dandyprince)

They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why! Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two. There’s the one staying put in his proper place and one with his foot in the other one’s face.

(Source: alanprickman, via burtonphile)