I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don’t appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man.
Rieux, The Plague by Albert Camus (via bound-to-be, ) (via unejoliefille, ) (via fuckyeahexistentialism, )
fuckyeahexistentialism:

Susan Sontag was born today in 1933.
INTERVIEWER
Is it old-fashioned to think that the purpose of literature is to educate us about life?
SONTAG
Well, it does educate us about life. I wouldn’t be the person I am, I wouldn’t understand what I understand, were it not for certain books. I’m thinking of the great question of nineteenth-century Russian literature: how should one live? A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.
—Susan Sontag, the Art of Fiction No. 143

fuckyeahexistentialism:

Susan Sontag was born today in 1933.

INTERVIEWER

Is it old-fashioned to think that the purpose of literature is to educate us about life?

SONTAG

Well, it does educate us about life. I wouldn’t be the person I am, I wouldn’t understand what I understand, were it not for certain books. I’m thinking of the great question of nineteenth-century Russian literature: how should one live? A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.

—Susan Sontag, the Art of Fiction No. 143

  • Artist: The Weeknd
  • TrackName: Wicked Games

Take you down another level,

Get you dancing with the devil

matt-fry:

Mika Mae Jones Like an Origami Crane II  // @mikamae

Beautiful work as always, Matt.

matt-fry:

Mika Mae Jones
Like an Origami Crane II
// @mikamae

Beautiful work as always, Matt.

No-one can truly love me because this requires the precondition that a person knows who I am.
He persists in this absurd world; he stressed its perishability. He gropes his way amid ruins.
Albert Camus on Martin Heidegger (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
nevver:

Thigh-High Thursdays

Legs. Legs. Legs.

nevver:

Thigh-High Thursdays

Legs. Legs. Legs.

thenightlymirror:

Landscape warfare in Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets.

Last one is particularly beautiful.

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)