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The night brings the best surprises.

“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via observando)

(via cybergirlfriend)

6:11 am  12,286 notes

nevver:

She would

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“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via larmoyante)

11:13 am  4,033 notes

virare:

Nastia Shershen by Marcello Arena for REVS #3

11:13 am  585 notes

My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

Ha Jin, “Missed Time,”  Poetry (July 2000). (via literarymiscellany)

(via sylviia)

9:01 am  3,367 notes

prefaces:

Manfred Erjautz

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“And now we’re supposed to go back to our normal lives. That’s what people do. They have these amazing experiences with another person, and then they just go home and clean the bathroom or whatever.”

— Susane Colasanti, When It Happens  (via larmoyante)

8:57 am  8,420 notes

untrustyou:

Berber Theunissen

8:57 am  4,573 notes

“I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.”

— Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via commovente)

8:57 am  3,521 notes

euo:

InterconnectedSunk Young Kim

8:53 am  1,357 notes

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom
of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin!

When I press summer dusks together, it is
a month of street accordions and sprinklers
laying the dust, small shadows running from me.

It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker,
ciao, Antonio, and the water-cries of children
tearing the rose-coloured sky in streams of paper;
it is dusk in the nostrils and the smell of water
down littered streets that lead you to no water,
and gathering islands and lemons in the mind.

There is the Hudson, like the sea aflame.
I would undress you in the summer heat,
and laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came.

— "Bleecker Street, Summer," Derek Walcott (via commovente)

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nevver:

Good morning

3:48 pm  1,375 notes

“Come home and take me in your arms and take
away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.”

— Marilyn Hacker, from Coda (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via contramonte)

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"Taking Cover" - Issey Miyake, Vogue US, June 1995

6:28 am  6,451 notes

“The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.”

— Scott Woods (X)

(Source: luvyourselfsomeesteem, via naturalqueer)

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