Dispatches from a fugue state

Whoever loves, come near. I want to break Venus’ ribs and cripple the goddess’ hips with clubs.
If she can break my heart so tender, why can’t I break her head and end her?

—actual graffiti left by a roman citizen in Pompeii  (via daisyandjay)

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Man often becomes what he believes himself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I cannot do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end by really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.

Mahatma Gandhi (via dirrtyflowerchild)

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