“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.”—Hermann Hesse (via elige)
It’s like checking out of reality, but you’re sitting and watching yourself act a fool from your own point of view. Sorry, I’d like to speak to you like a coherent human being, but I’m too high to open my mouth. Holy shit. Am I going to be able to make it up these six fucking stairs?