My misfortune - a misfortune for my own happiness - lay in my imagining myself from outside. I saw myself as others saw me and I began to despise myself, not because I recognized in myself qualities deserving of scorn, but because I saw myself as others saw me and felt the kind of scorn they would feel for me. I suffered the humiliation of knowing myself.

Oh, Karamazov, I am profoundly unhappy. I sometimes fancy all sorts of things, that every one is laughing at me, the whole world, and then I feel ready to overturn the whole order of things.”
… “Karamazov, tell me, am I very ridiculous now?”
“Don’t think about that, don’t think of it at all!” cried Alyosha. “And what does ridiculous mean? Isn’t every one constantly being or seeming ridiculous? Besides, nearly all clever people now are fearfully afraid of being ridiculous, and that makes them unhappy.

87a:

Joaquin Phoenix in I’m Still Here (2010)

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blua:

Sigur Ros concert in the mountains photographed by Taylor Echo

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somethingtoseeorhear:

The National

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Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

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Cubeworks - Falling Apart (2012) - 420 Rubik’s cubes

llobelia:

I love this movie so much, best soundtrack 

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This is what I don’t get - Women are impure because males have touched them. Who’s the dirty one here?