Vincent Van Gogh

i hate paying the ultimate price

"Lying to yourself doesn't work anymore because deep down you know who it is you want. You know they exist, and you know they exist without you. Can you feel that ache?"

[AFTER REVEALING VERY TELLING PERSONAL INFO] But don’t read into that. let’s move along

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Ralph Fleck (German, 1951), Stapel 27/VII [Stack 27/VII], 2013. Oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm.

i hate people who know highways. “i’m heading south on I-65” okay man. i’m moving my rook to c2

ouch

— Arthur Miller, The Crucible

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

One thing about me is I am not doing so well