To walk down the night through the stars, just to melt in the mellow morning beams, peeping out through the fog!
-epiphany
Such a sin and salvation to love yourself.
-epiphany
What if dysfunctionalities are the only sane way of living? What if abnormalities are the only norm? What if all social constructs are the most insane structures laid out to live an ideal life? What if objective reality never existed and it was a mere hallucination? What if they could hear the music Nietzsche was talking about?
-Her Schrödinger's Cat, Third Insight
A dream entangled with myriad dreams! And the souls tracing their string from the lanes of past lives.
I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
-epiphany
Peaky Blinders, S4
It gets sick sometimes to believe we are worthy of smiles. But you gotta "shhh" your mind, for it's such a trickster. Let it hurt a little, let yourself caress the depth of that wound, let yourself measure it with immense compassion, let yourself be happy!
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Tenth Insight
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
Indeed, joy can be extracted even from the tiniest mortal and immortal creations. And indeed, sorrow can be inhaled within every single blink underneath the sky. The past transcends the boundaries of the present and devours every reason to leave this ephemeral juncture of bones and blood.
-Her "Schrödinger's Cat" , First Insight