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At this moment he wished he were a man without qualities. But it is probably not so very different for anyone. Few people in mid-life really know how they got to be what they are, how they came by their pastimes, their outlook, their wife, their character, profession, and successes, but they have the feeling that from this point on nothing much can change. It might even be fair to say that they were tricked, since nowhere is a sufficient reason to be found why everything should have turned out the way it did; it could just as well have turned out differently; whatever happened was least of all their own doing but depended mostly on all sorts of circumstances, on moods, the life and death of quite different people; these events converged on one, so to speak, only at a given point in time. In their youth, life lay ahead of them like an inexhaustible morning, full of possibilities and emptiness on all sides, but already by noon something is suddenly there that may claim to be their own life yet whose appearing is as surprising, all in all, as if a person had suddenly materialized with whom one had been corresponding for some twenty years without meeting and whom one had imagined quite differently.

The Man Without Qualities, Robert Musil

I remember when I was young, occasionally obsessing over infinitely meaningless and trivial moments - throwing away a piece of gum, for example. One time I recall quite clearly. I was at that time frozen by the awareness that any given moment affects and directly explains/connects to the next. Fate, or whatever one calls the outcome of one’s life, is explained hazardously and not so well by the tumult of experience.

(via visceralrealist)

(via drugsareasin)

Crushed by the in-between

Still breathing but barely.

3:00 AM

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.

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untrustyou:

Hailey Heaton
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You can never guide your heart enough. It will feel. It will break.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via stxxz)

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sickpage:

giacomo cr.
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oceanghosts:

March 31st, 2014

6:54 PM

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