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“What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

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hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

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-Rumi

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Man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. The Existentialist does not believe in the power of passion. He will never agree that a sweeping passion is a ravaging torrent which fatally leads a man to certain acts and is therefore an excuse. He thinks that man is responsible for his passion.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism and Human Emotions

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“Take your broken heart, turn it into art.”

— Carrie Fisher (via fuck-yeah-existentialism)

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Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read

to the end just to find out who killed the cook.

Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,

in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.

Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,

the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one

who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones

that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.

Not the nights you called god names and cursed

your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,

chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.

You were meant to inhale those smoky nights

over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings

across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed

coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.

You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still

you end up here. Regret none of it, not one

of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,

when the lights from the carnival rides

were the only stars you believed in, loving them

for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.

You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,

ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house

after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs

window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied

of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it.

Let’s stop here, under the lit sign

on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

Antilamentation by Dorianne Laux

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Mood.

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When Oscar Wilde said Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation, and Jorge Luis Borges said I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

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Keeping this quote to my grave

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“The freest person is the one with the most hope.”

— Gabriel Marcel, The Existential Background of Human Dignity

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“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway

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“No matter where you are, you’re always a bit on your own, always an outsider.”

— Yoshimoto

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“And it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

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“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”

Carl Jung