shitgaze: 1970fur: Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here: those who think they have love and those who think they are without it. I am neither one nor the other. I pick up the vacant shells, for which open means killed, saving only the most perfect, not knowing who they are for. -margaret atwood, georgia beach
shitgaze: vril: The cravings of the senses carry us hither and yon, but once the hour is past, what do you bring back? Remorse and spiritual dissipation. You go out in joy and you often return in sadness, so that the pleasures of the evening cast a gloom on the morning. Thus, the delight of the senses flatters us at first, but in the end it wounds and it kills. Book 1, Chapter 18, Imitation...