Smells like gasoline and adventure

Hello there! ~ I like to call myself a Writer. -Likes- The Joker*(Batman by extension) Twin Peaks, Men with dark hair, men with light
hair, high heels, and frozen cokes. -Dislikes/distrusts- more than two sunny days in a row, Two tone vehicles.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken. They are like the people who go to sleep in the snow and never awaken. But I am not in danger because my home, my garden, my beautiful life do not lull me. I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

Anaïs Nin (via usakeh)

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Loki wreaking havoc in Germany

requested by bowtie-anderson

(Source: badymaru, via paolaadl)