I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via varst)
The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

Jonathan Carroll (via turnerfrutti)
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Charles Bukowski (via litosts)