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There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.
Chuck Palahnuik(via wearevermin)
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Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.
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You don’t have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.C.S Lewis -
You don’t have to live a long time to be old.
S.E Hinton -
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…
I could walk through my garden forever.Alfred Lord TennysonPosted on April 13, 2012 via More news from Nowhere with 5,509 notes
Source: weepling
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I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.
Georgia O’Keeffe(via picaresquity)
Posted on March 28, 2012 via black moons in those eyes of hers with 3,155 notes
Source: moonsiren
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Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
Sigmund FreudPosted on March 20, 2012 via Psych-quotes with 18,609 notes
Source: psych-quotes
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We are born wild. It takes years of socializing to subdue the power & beauty of a child’s primal instincts. This process is reversible. It is possible to become feral by overcoming the numbness of the civilized condition & become fully human. We can be wild again.
Posted on March 20, 2012 via actualize industrial collapse with 110 notes
Source: vastwilderness
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and if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you
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I hate all of the days. I hate the whole idea of a week having days passing by and then repeating. I’ve hated that concept since I was a child. There’s not a single day I am looking forward to.
Jan St. WernerPosted on March 6, 2012 via Pitchfork with 245 notes
Source: pitchfork
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Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.Ode to Spot, by Data from Star Trek TNG -
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
i will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
i will rise
after a thousand years
lipping
flowers
and set my teeth in the silver of the mooni will wade out, by e.e. cummings -
She’s like smoke. You think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.
Ryu Murakami(via picaresquity)
Posted on February 25, 2012 via horror vacui with 607 notes
Source: horreure
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I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses… We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.
Zelda FitzgeraldPosted on February 24, 2012 via (◕‿◕✿ ) with 380 notes
Source: venula
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When your body and my body
Lie together under a white sheet
Your head on my arm
Your leg thrown over my leg
The whole long continent of you
The pale ridgeline of your ribcage and hip and thigh
Neighbor to me
There is nothing that needs to be explained
Or accomplished, the world is at rest and complete
And though
We drift apart in the eddies of the day
We will find our way back
To the slight hollows that mark the place
Where we lie now, astonished, saying nothing.Nude Study, by Garrison Keillor
Denver ↔ Chicago
Einundzwanzig. I like gin, pancakes, my loverboy, and my cat.
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Denver ↔ Chicago
Einundzwanzig.
I like gin, pancakes, my loverboy, and my cat.
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