Righteous with one toke,
psychic among those,
possess you with one go.
We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
written by Albert Camus (via stxxz)
By virtue of depression we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.
written by Emil Cioran, Anathemas and Admirations (via stxxz)
I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.
written by Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via stxxz)