If I Can’t Have Love, If I Can’t Find Peace, Give Me A Bitter Glory.

hubris is sexy actually

Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?

Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems (1931 - 2001); “Farewell” (via echymosis)

i dont have “delusions of grandeur” i AM grand and powerful and very, very sexy and you all just have to accept that

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

I refuse to die ordinary.

tenx  (via wnq-writers)

i didnt shovel enough driveways as a kid so i didnt build enough character and thats why im the way that i am 

Atomic Blonde (2017, dir. David Leitch)