The devil doesn’t come dressed in black cape, red skin and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.
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I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere. — Albert Camus, The Fall (via fuckinq)
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When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. […] I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and of the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness… — Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via hellanne)
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