Too often, the only escape is sleep.
I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.
Morrissey (via pawsupgagalove
Wassily Kandinsky, “Tanzkurven: Zu den Tänzen der Palucca,” Das Kunstblatt, Potsdam, vol. 10, no. 3 (1926)
“Self Portrait (Eyes Closed)”. Taken by Warhol in 1979.
today, at 2 pm i finally gave up on my current relationships
today, at 11 pm i was told to leave the flat in 10 days
Wish You Were Here
by Pink Floyd