"

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll

that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

"

— Don Marquis, “Lesson of the Moth”

"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n."

— Paradise Lost

Possible spoilers for Hannibal (BE WARNED)

As horrible and implausible as it sounds, Hannibal (the show) is starting to remind me of a classic, black-and-white Hollywood rom-com from the 30s/40s. Namely this one:

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Awful_Truth

Hannigram shippers, you’ll know what I mean. Two people going through the process of a divorce start seeing other people and going to outrageous lengths to fuck up their ex’s new love life. (Yes, after spending the first fifteen mins of the most recent episode grieving over you-know-who, I spent the rest of the time feeling a growing sense of deja vu). Ah, the parallels…

philisntcool:

I feel this is international

(Source: mercuryjones, via allofthesnaps)

hanni-you-shanked-the-kids:

When ur outside, do u ever think like

I can’t die right now coz I left my computer at home

With tabs of gay fanfiction open

Because I do

@taniadepollo

(Source: rosestylerr, via doctorwho)

"There’s an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar."

— Choke, by Chuck Palahniuk

idontfindyouthatinteresting:

Someone take Hettienne’s twitter from her, please