Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It’s not the tobacco we’re after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.
by Tom Robbins,
Still Life With the Woodpecker
Do you know they’ve found landmines in broken women’s souls? Black holes in the parts of their hearts that once sang symphonies of creation bright as the light on infinity’s halo?
by Andrea Gibson, “Blue Blanket”
You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool.
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Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard
i never really understood why people have this pseudo patriotism about their university/college or why so many people compete with each other when we’re all just going to end up 20,000+ dollars in debt by the time we’re done our degrees and we’re all starving, perpetually confused and sexually enraged teenagers who are stuck in some institution that encourages us to know what we want to do for the next fifty years when we’re only eighteen years old.
it’s so silly to me how people from my school go on this endless debate about how we’re so much better than other schools and how “pumped” people are to attend this year. like i don’t know about ya’ll but i spent most of first year crying in bed binge smoking and never slept because i adopted premature alcoholic behaviour and was depressed most of the time because school actually sucks and people make me paranoid and anxious and college isn’t that great of an experience. like hate to burst your naive little bubble but if you think you’re going to be partying every day and having the wildest time of your life you are sadly mistaken. university is just a blur of ramen noodles and sadness.
