You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
–Charles Baudelaire (via andthenyouexplode)
I can’t hack the poetry. I try at the virtue constantly and fail consistently. So I default to the wine.
(Ripping off tumblr’s citation format, both because I couldn’t find an original source to cite, and because it is concise)
