“My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.”—Yohji Yamamoto (via vandenio)
So it began... Two years ago, on the seventh of November, you opened the gates of your mind and let us strangers catch glimpses of your visions. Today, I celebrate this beautiful tome of knowledge and once again I embalm myself in the stench of dogma. I wish you will never stop inscribing and I hope you will always keep your thoughts pure. Perhaps, one day, you will return to the habit of writing your ideas here, as you used to... Today I celebrate and I hope you join me. Happy birthday!
This. Invisibility as a state of darkness. Away. But reaching. I never imagined outside of my skull. And now I gasp faced with this beautiful impossibility. Such beautiful words, a chord. I thank you, dear stranger.
“I walk away. I walk away from the voices, the shouts, the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions, my mistakes, my regrets. I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all I cannot be. For all of it is a lie.”—K.A. Tucker, One Tiny Lie (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)