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January 25 2018

No, I don’t mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (via quotespile)

January 18 2018

I wish to be water
so I can’t be held.
Chelsea Dingman, from “In the Months After We Come Home From the Hospital Empty-Handed” published in Gulf Coast (via lifeinpoetry)

January 15 2018

Only when we know little do we know anything. Doubt grows with knowledge.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Maxims and Reflections (via philosophybits)

December 25 2017

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Henri-Fantin-Latour, Roses de Nice on a Table, 1882

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And, I understand, / the stars in the sky are already dead.
Nicole Sealey, from “medical history,” Ordinary Beast   (via weltenwellen)
Nothing means anything to me. Everything looks unfamiliar, not because I find it strange but because I don’t know what it is. The world is lost. And in the depths of my soul - the only reality of the moment - there is an intense, invisible pain, a sadness like the sound of someone weeping in a dark room.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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December 23 2017

Please come, and bathe me in serenity again.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. December 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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February 16 2017

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Jean-Michel Basquiat, Filisteos, 1982

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Echo & the Bunnymen by Anton Corbijn, 1984 

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
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I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.
Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People In Love
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
Lang Leav, “And/Or,” Lullabies
If only
our bodies
would marry
the beauty
growing inside
them, it wouldn’t
be so
exhausting trying
to love
Christopher Poindexter 
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I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.
— David Lynch
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Orgasmo Visual Medellín

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February 10 2017


love being such,or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

– E. E. Cummings, “supposing i dreamed this)”

If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.
Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York
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