"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."
Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” (via secretgenius)
// […] I am practically industrious — painstaking, a workman to execute with perseverance and labour — but besides this there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore.” Letter 2 //
(Source: mitochondria, via enunciated)
The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.”
- Rene Magritte
bizarre fever, heavy dreams. thought it was morning just now. if i go insane or die or get abducted by aliens in the night, give my little brother my xbox & tell my mama lilacs make me think of her, pls.