everyone I know is getting so beautiful and they’re getting in relationships and figuring out their lives but I’m still in my ugly and lonely phase
I wish this weren’t true for me but it is.
Killing yourself amounts to confessing. It is confessing that life is too much for you or that you do not understand it… It is merely confessing that it ‘is not worth the trouble.’ Living, naturally, is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons, the first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit, the absence of any profound reason for living, the insane character of that daily agitation and the uselessness of suffering.
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via heteroglossia)
I am caught in this burning scene. Pan’s hour, the faunal noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.
— James Joyce, Ulysses (via radiumangel)