I have lost my limbs

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"   The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition… always new books, new programs, new films, news items, but always the same meaning.”
― Roland Barthes   "
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"   Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.   "
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)
"   if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed
with
air.   "
meditation, nayyirah waheed  (via rawalchemista)
"   I dream, therefore I exist.   "
August Strindberg, A Madman’s Manifesto (Le Plaidoyer d’un fou), translation by Anthony Swerling (via frenchtwist)
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blue-voids:

Happy Birthday, Egon Schiele! - b. June 12, 1890

Images are of the artist with his work: Autumn Tree in Stirred Air (1912)

"   Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.   "
Marianne Williamson (via white-opals)
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that is life…

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.


Jiddu Krishnamurti

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My familiar dream

I often have this dream, strange, penetrating,
Of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
And who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
Nor, exactly, different: and knows me, is loving.

Oh how she knows me, and my heart, growing
Clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
For her alone: she alone understands, then,
How to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.

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She looks into me

She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Alive alive
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.

Paul Éluard

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"   Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then … Well, then I woke up.   "
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man (via theperpetualflux)
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"   I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.   "
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via larmoyante)
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