"The mark which has dominated all my work is this longing for life, this sense of exclusion, which doesn’t lessen but augments this love of life."
- Pier Paolo Pasolini
"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
- Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: benedictsmith, via ladyrosenred)
"Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you’re intelligent, because you’re decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don’t chase women, because you do the dishes, then I’m disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I’m crazy about you even though you’re neither intelligent nor decent, even though you’re a liar, an egotist, a bastard."
- Milan Kundera, Slowness (via floralnymph)
(via wastedseductions)
