(Source: cara-t, via stainedjumpers)
In the middle of the room stands a door. I dont know why it is there, or how it got there; but its been standing there shut for all these years. What lies beyond the door is a mystery to me, for the key to that door was lost long ago. But sometimes, if I look very closely I can see glimpses of something throught the cracks at the edges.
- The divisions of pleasure
- The nature of the golden age
- The puzzle approachÂ
- The headache
(via bookspaperscissors)