memoirs of the illusionist

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
- Anais Nin (via psych-facts)

proustitute:

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964

proustitute:

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964

Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished

Songs of innocence

*moment of surrender*

1000 Oceans

We have come so far and gone nowhere, we have lived so long and hardly

nothinggood2say:

We have come
so far
and gone
nowhere,
we have lived
so long
and
hardly
at all
- Charles Bukowski

Why just stop there?

Rebel.