19. Female. Trinidad and Tobago. Forever in love with art.
Leaving Countdown
I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
— The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via moonsulk)

(Source: aninsignificantlittlespeck, via elephant-houses)

you told me that you cared
— A six word story (via child-0ftheuniverse)

(via elephant-houses)

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort. Their delight is in self mastery. In them, asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, an instinct. They regard a difficult task as a privilege. It is to them a recreation to play with burdens that would crush all others. They are the most honourable kind of men: but that does not prevent them being the most cheerful and most amiable. They rule, not because they want to, but because they are. They are not at liberty to play second.
—   Friedrich Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ (via stxxz)

(via stxxz)

Man, know thyself. Thou art the flame, and thy bodies are the living altar.
— Manly P. Hall, The Initiates of the Flame (via davinee-viera)

(via lightandbones)