Incoherent Hedonist

"A sorry is always comforting when you desire it, whatever the reason. But when you don’t, it’s just a spoiled leftover of what could have been, lost, or was not. When life gets the best of you, you’ll try to bullshit it. But, life always finds a way to let you know, it is what it is. Memories are a dread and a joy. You’ll ‘live’ on until you cannot have either, or die by it’s natural causes."

Cesar Cardenas, youthful inexperience

regardintemporel:

Sergiusz Sachno - Decentryzm 3, 2009

"Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me."

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Miguel Andres and i

"The early bird’s chirpings are a sign of death to the mind that is unwilling to sleep. It tries to unravel the inconsistencies of one’s being when there is no definite conclusion. Given the benefit of one’s doubt it will still pester until identity collapses. By that time, one wishes for closure but only finds themselves in a heap of contradictions. So that the sound of birds chirpings melts into the sound of garbage trucks crushing irreversible dreams."

Cesar Cardenas

regardintemporel:

Hosna Iranmanesh - Body Language

"I would rather live my life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is."

Albert Camus

regardintemporel:

Lara Gasparotto

"I’d so much enjoy to make sincerity of my devotions. The problem is most devotions melt like butter under pesty conditions. One always trys to ignore the pesty condition as long as it’s possible. When all is said and done, our alliance shows more truth in bullshit replys and silence than it does in simple understanding. So you live a life without self reliance and become a fool to endearing expectations."

Cesar Cardenas

(Source: spaceghostzombie)

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."

Albert Camus

(via peculiar-disposition)

"I’m like an idiot without the drool. At times I try to speak native tongue and find my self chocking on
thoughts like a fool. I go on and I go on and i make signs with my willfulness to make better of pitiful being. A being that’s a bitch to folly and whore for ignorant hope. The ability to feel such differences within me are signs of maturation. A maturation that never guarantees difference until being drowned by it’s expectations. So I drown under my weight and gargle whiskey bubbles. To make sense of inevitable derailment and keep an incoherent show for the passerby."

Cesar Cardenas

(via lifes-fixes)

"Let us go on to consider desire. We know, do we not, the desire which contradicts itself, which is tortured, pulling in different directions; the pain, the turmoil, the anxiety of desire, and the disciplining, the controlling. And in the everlasting battle with it we twist it out of all shape and recognition; but it is there, constantly watching, waiting, pushing. Do what you will, sublimate it, escape from it, deny it or accept it, give it full rein: it is always there. And we know how the religious teachers and others have said that we should be desireless, cultivate detachment, be free from desire, which is really absurd, because desire has to be understood, not destroyed. If you destroy desire, you may destroy life itself. If you pervert desire, shape it, control it, dominate it, suppress it, you may be destroying something extraordinarily beautiful."

 Jiddu Krishnamurti, The Book of Life (via fuckyeahexistentialism)