'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'
‘Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.’
George Orwell, 1984 (via donlopedevillalobos)
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
The Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire (via oorequiemoo)