Tumblr of a madman

May 12 2012
You are only alive because you are my friend…

You are only alive because you are my friend…

May 09 2012

THe Real Folk Blues! :D

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(Source: nekomarie)

May 03 2012
If there is a God, he must have a nasty sense of humour. Why else give a man whos lived so long get another chance to make a fool of himself?

If there is a God, he must have a nasty sense of humour. Why else give a man whos lived so long get another chance to make a fool of himself?

Feb 28 2012

The art of breaking apart… This speaks volumes to me right now…

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Communication is more than just words, communication is architecture, because of course it is quite obvious that a house which would be built without that will that desire to communicate, would not look the way your house looks today

Feb 16 2012
All art is erotic.

All art is erotic.

Feb 15 2012

All time favorite scene from Kill Bill Vol.1 

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Look at what they abandoned in their panic, they were afraid! They were too scared, so they hid it away from the public. They forgot all shame and honor, cast off the civilization and science we had created, and shut the lid of the Pandora’s Box they themselves had opened. 

Look at what they abandoned in their panic, they were afraid! They were too scared, so they hid it away from the public. They forgot all shame and honor, cast off the civilization and science we had created, and shut the lid of the Pandora’s Box they themselves had opened. 

Feb 14 2012
Nobody cares for you anymore. You’re tarnished and you’re filthy.

Nobody cares for you anymore. You’re tarnished and you’re filthy.

Feb 08 2012
Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of starts and stops. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. It’s what being human is all about. 

Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of starts and stops. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. It’s what being human is all about. 

Feb 07 2012
Even if I was someone, people couldn’t comprehend me. And even if they could, they wouldn’t be able to communicate it to those around them. I do not belong to the world. That is the world’s limit, the boundary between the world and the self.

Even if I was someone, people couldn’t comprehend me. And even if they could, they wouldn’t be able to communicate it to those around them. I do not belong to the world. That is the world’s limit, the boundary between the world and the self.

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You were a happy dream in a life that’s been nothing but a hellish nightmare. Those days that I spent with you, they were the only good days I have ever known. I cherish them. All this time, I’ve lived in hope of telling you how sorry I am. I fought armies just to have this chance. But now… There’s nothing I can say that’s good enough.

You were a happy dream in a life that’s been nothing but a hellish nightmare. Those days that I spent with you, they were the only good days I have ever known. I cherish them. All this time, I’ve lived in hope of telling you how sorry I am. I fought armies just to have this chance. But now… There’s nothing I can say that’s good enough.

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I believe there are many things in this world that people haven’t seen yet. No… if you really want to see something, there’s nothing you can’t see. You can’t see it because you’re closing your eyes on purpose. Because if you use your eyes to see it, it’ll be painful, and sad. That’s why they’re closed in the first place. I think photography is like borrowing someone else’s eyes. So even if your eyes are closed… you can borrow someone else’s.

I believe there are many things in this world that people haven’t seen yet. No… if you really want to see something, there’s nothing you can’t see. You can’t see it because you’re closing your eyes on purpose. Because if you use your eyes to see it, it’ll be painful, and sad. That’s why they’re closed in the first place. I think photography is like borrowing someone else’s eyes. So even if your eyes are closed… you can borrow someone else’s.

Feb 06 2012
Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn’t.
— Friedrich Nietzsche

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