Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus, by William Earnest Henley. (via chazkeats)
9 versions of Morning on the Seine, by Claude Oscar Monet
My love for Claude Monet knows no bounds.
"Drunken monologues, confused because
it’s not like I’m falling in love. I just want you to do me no good.
And you look like you could."
Arctic Monkeys, “No.1 Party Anthem”
"What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for, and to do it so unconsciously."
Haruki Murakami (via onlinecounsellingcollege)