lets tumble our way through an existential crisis

heathermichele:

shynessisnice:

oneradhuman:

One of my favorites. Camus-The Rebel

The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action. To love someone whom one will never see again is to give a cry of exultation as one perishes in the flames of passion. One lives only in and for the moment, in order to achieve ‘the brief and vivid union of a tempestuous heart united to the tempest’ (Lermentov)

I accidentally reblogged this to my personal blog instead of this one.