Stars and Ashes

“One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche -


May we take sometime today to remember the author who proved to all that fantasy is not only escapism, but an inherent and vital part of the human being. To the man, whose stories were always a light to me in dark places, thank you.

- Talytha

(if you know the credits to the last painting, send me please)

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

Albert Camus

(via taupestry)

(Source: floriental, via journalofanobody)

My death will not change anything
I can hear the achromic landscape of the world
heaving a sigh—-
The ground is exhausted
and the pulse of the sky is palpable
Where I am, the earth is just here and there,
Yesterday’s a graveyard of the broken dreams
Tomorrow—-a bleak paroxysm of the void

This sorrow cannot mar the blissful flower,
nor put the seas on rage
They say they forgive you now for your sensitivity
My death will not change anything
Tell me,
What’s the use of all these sufferings

—"My Death Will Not Change Anything" (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(Source: mourningdiaries, via fuckyeahexistentialism)


Oh the sweetness of flowers in memory of caresses
And the fiery lava flowing
Slowly from your eyes
Slowly into my veins
A visage in the crowd
Among so many others multiplied by our looks
You who could have been another
And who cancels green wood memories
In my burned out autumn

Fatéma Chahid, “Escape,” translated from the French by Hafsa Bekri-Lamrani, Prague Writers’ Festival (2014)

(via journalofanobody)

Realize that your world is only a reflection of yourself and stop finding fault with the reflection. Attend to yourself, set yourself right; mentally and emotionally. The physical self will follow automatically.

—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (via singingovertheboness)

(Source: zenarchism, via phoenixrebels)