#301

i live in my own light, i drink my own flames ever back into myself. - FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE

#300

i hope that when the world comes to an end, i can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to. - DONNIE DARKO

#299

a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. - GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

#298

i think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. if the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? — FRANZ KAFKA

#297

my justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they’re going to do for the next five or ten years. the time they spend thinking about their life, i just spend drinking.—  AMY WINEHOUSE

#296

personality is not enough.

#295

a mind is a terrible thing to have.

#294

i was drawn to all the wrong things: i liked to drink, i was lazy, i didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. i was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. i didn’t make for an interesting person. i didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. what i really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. on the other hand, when i got drunk i screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. one kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. i didn’t care. - CHARLES BUKOWSKI

#293

almost. it’s a big word for me. i feel it everywhere. almost home. almost happy. almost changed. almost, but not quite. not yet. soon, maybe. - JOAN BAUER

#292 - about black marble: the next chapter

now it’s about late sunsets and bright bold colours. it’s still hopeless but more in a tropical way. it’s always warm, even when it’s raining. it’s not about concrete buildings any more but it’s not really about wood cabins and forests. there’s still moths, cause moths are beautiful and it’s still about decadence. but more about the decadence of feelings instead of things. i guess it’ll be always about decadence and hopeless because that’s what i’ll always be fascinated by. but i keep discovering beautiful things all around, although everything is rotten. but who cares?

#291

love fills all my holes.