“Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”—Hermann Hesse (via thischarmlessgirl)
“The city moves on without you, and nostalgia becomes a problem, and the number of days spent in solitude and stillness suddenly increases tenfold and you realize that day after day you are actually beginning to barricade yourself in. You have lived long enough to finally be able to say that you have survived, but at the foot of the stairs to be climbed to bed, no one meets you. And if your heart should stop? It is only today in which we live it is not as if we can live today and tomorrow as one. Finally aware of ourselves as forever being in opposition, the solution to all predicaments is the goodness of privacy in a warm room with books. I only know of life in the non-human world, which never clashes with genial kindness.”—
Morrissey retelling the intimate details about my own soul and life and udnerstanding me on the most fundamental levels again. this. is, me.
again it’s just comforting that someone else thinks the way I do. It’s so isolating being me. The only person I relate to is Morrissey. Yet he makes it somehow heroic instead of something to be ashamed of.
some Led Zeppelin songs can make you get on your fucking feet and just fucking rock out wildly. some can make you horny, no denying. some songs can make you sit peacefully, letting the music conquer your soul, next thing you know you’re crying over its perfection.