A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
The Beatles at The Cow Palace. August 31st, 1965.
My happiest hours are those in which I think nothing, want nothing, when I do not even dream, but lose myself in some spurious vegetable torpor, moss growing on the surface of life. Without a trace of bitterness I savour my absurd awareness of being nothing, a mere foretaste of death and extinction.
|—||Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)|
i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying