
Too weird to live, too rare to die!
– Hunter S. Thompson –
Photography + poem + art

Too weird to live, too rare to die!
– Hunter S. Thompson –

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down, into my core
where I’ve become so numb, without a soul ..
Call my name and save me from the dark
before I come undone …
Bring, me, to, life
Wake me up inside …
Save me from the nothing I’ve become …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ESaCZIR7TdQ
Evanescence – Bring me to life
Ph : Hein Lass

If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.
– Henry Miller – Plexus

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
– John Dryden –

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.
– Stephen King – ‘Salem’s Lot
Ph : Kristina Kazarina

Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.“
[Indian Summer]
– William Cullen Bryant –

Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world …
– E.A. Bucchianeri – Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Ph : Giampacio Sgura

An addition that takes time to depart, and sometimes, never leaves at all. A smell, a touch, thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances! …. A pungent of cinnamon, an aroma of a rose, a summer breeze, a sweet smile like a per-fume that lingers on and on… endlessly.
– Angie karan –



There are nearly 7.5 billion people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They’re all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.
– Charlie Kaufman -Synecdoche, New York: The Shooting Script
Arts : Marco Battaglini