Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find out myself
Chinua Achebe (via alessiascurati)
A reminder to myself to continue searching for what makes me happy, and to live life with conviction:
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski
That there are such devices as firearms, as easy to operate as cigarette lighters and as cheap as toasters, capable at anybody’s whim of killing Father or Fats or Abraham Lincoln or John Lennon or Martin Luther King, Jr., or a woman pushing a baby carriage, should be proof enough for anybody that being alive is a crock of shit.
Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut. Tattoo by: Greg Chormann of Living Canvas Tattoo in Arizona.
In honor of the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who, some kindly soul in Edinburgh knit a scarf in the style of the Fifth Doctor for this big blue box! Sweetest, snuggliest TARDIS I’ve ever seen.