...No thought control...
... Nightmare before Christmas...
When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
Ingmar Bergman (via hora-fericirii)
...We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad...
... Perderse, leer, escontrarse...
Evelyn. 21. Buenos Aires, Argentina, Sudamérica, Tierra, Vía Lactea.
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