random note

note to self:
things don’t get better. you do.

"I am under no obligation to make sense to you."
"What time do you guys start crying on Sundays?"

And not to pull your halo down

Around your neck and tug you to the ground

But I’m more than just a little curious

How you’re planning to go about making your amends

To the dead

// The Noose - A Perfect Circle

(Source: greatestmanthatneverlived)

tool | lateralus

(Source: scarymarymusic)

random note: 12042014

sleeping until noon. coffee and a toast. listening to TOOL, rearranging furniture in my apartment, running errands. eating apricot-honey yoghurt and fresh sunflowerseed breed. writing and being drowsy. thinking of things i want. that’s my saturday.

"There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul."
"And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting Lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely, lonely,” like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder."

 David Eagleman, “Metamorphosis”
Vincent van Gogh, Kop van een skelet met brandende sigaret (Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette) ; 1886