The devil will find work for idle hands to do.

My thought is me: that is why I can’t stop. I exist by what I think .. and I can’t prevent myself from thinking. At this very moment – this is terrible – if I exist, it is because I hate existing. It is I, it is I who pull myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: hatred and disgust for existence are just so many ways of making me exist, of thrusting me into existence.

—Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via a-femmefatalist)

(Source: larmoyante, via a-femmefatalist)