She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness…Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead (via heartmindspirit)
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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.Charles Bukowski (via pocketsofsleep)







