Ugly Things x Nothing Permitted


6 hours ago

See ideals for what they are: not extensions of our souls and nature, but of foreign ideas inserted into our bodies and then undernourished by truth and meaning. Ideals exist only to pull us in new directions, to lurch us out of  squalor, excite us to different heights, not trap us in a nostalgic vision placated by oh-so-noble sentiments.

8 hours ago

It’s not, it’s not so simple.

12 hours ago

This explains to me what really really offends me. It’s people not bothering to understand what is being discussed and jumping the gun based on some preconceived ideology. And then feeling right about it.

No matter whether you’re right or wrong, you offend me because you are doing the same thing as the person who is wrong. You’re hiding behind big ideas as an excuse for thought. I would rather people didn’t have an opinion. If you have an opinion, you must be sure that you’re talking straight. I don’t think people are entitled to their opinions. They should have to earn it.

12 hours ago
If you refuse to let your own suffering lie upon you even for an hour, and if you constantly try to prevent and forestall all possible distress way ahead of time; if you experience suffering and displeasure as evil, hateful, worthy of annihilation, and as a defect of existence, then it is clear that you harbour in your heart the religion of comfortableness. How little you know of human happiness, you comfortable people, for happiness and unhappiness are sisters, and even twins that either grow up together, or as in your case, remain small together.
- Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (via requiemforthepast)
13 hours agodubbyjessrequiemforthepast 77 notes

The possibility of escape haunts me. I wish to leave this behind, quickly and without fuss or frustration.

13 hours ago

I need — freedom.

A freedom from being constantly at the mercy of stupidity — in others and in myself.

1 day ago

I found a solace in mathematics that little else, besides the timeless air which touched all books, could give. It was a joy above all worldly things — eternal, unclouded. Perhaps I once really did enjoy drawing and art, for its own sake, because it touched an inner shadow of myself and drew out a rapture of being — before it too succumbed to the poison of becoming. I must protect my heart from the world. Keep things true to what they are, not tear them up for the devices of others. I must keep the me that lives and the me that stumbles to survive two seperate wholes.

1 day ago 1 note
It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
- Baudrillard
2 days ago

Every line of Baudrillard’s makes my bones grow cold. Spitefully I am haunted by an insatiable past.

2 days ago