Thoughts, tidtibts, nothing but everything.

Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning (130)
“It is not freedom from conditions, but it is a freedom to take a stand toward the conditions.”


Care is rare.

The Spirit of the West, Rango

“No man can walk out on his own story.”

Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power (287)Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power (287)
“But as we grow older the rebuffs and failures we experience set up boundaries that only get firmer with time. Coming to expect less from the world, we accept limitations that are really self-imposed. We start to bow and scrape and apologize for even the simplest of requests. The solution to such a shrinking of horizons is to deliberately force ourselves in the opposite direction—to downplay the failures and ignore the limitations, to make ourselves demand and expect as much as the child.”


the price of help is your honesty.the price of help is your honesty.


’00 acura integra type r
’93 mazda rx-7
’90 bmw e30
‘89 skyline r32 gtr


when the flowers bloomed 
and the nectar was so, so sweet
it was a combed paranoia.

drunk with the thought of you
but made sober by your ambivalence.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human (67)
“Irrationality. I found the thought faintly pleasurable. Or rather, I felt at ease with it. What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its waters until presently I drowned.”

we can only keep what we have by giving it away

Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452-1519

“A nut found itself carried by a crow to the top of a tall campanile, and by falling into a crevice succeeded in escaping its dread fate. It then besought the wall to shelter it, by appealing to it by the grace of God, and praising its height, and the beauty and noble tone of its bells. “Alas,” it went on, “as I have not been able to drop beneath the green branches of my old father and to lie in the fallow earth covered by his fallen leaves, do you, at least, not abandon me. When I found myself in the beak of the cruel crow, I made a vow that if I escaped, I would end my life in a little hole.”

At these words, the wall, moved with compassion, was content to shelter the nut in the spot where it had fallen. Within a short time, the nut burst open: Its roots reached in between the crevices of the stones and began to push them apart; its shoots pressed up towards the sky. They soon rose above the building, and as the twisted roots grew thicker they began to thrust the walls apart and force the ancient stones from their old places. Then the wall, too late and in vain, bewailed the cause of its destruction, and in short time it fell to ruin.”