(Source: dotheteam, via lost-between-the-coasts)
“They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.”
(via twolittlefoxes)
and i guess my one-a-day became ten or twelve or more, and more, and more, and more
(Source: jorenob)
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus, translation by Justin O’Brien (via frenchtwist)
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
— Georges Bataille (via no-vvolf)
(Source: wormachine, via no-vvolf)