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"I see it all. I feel it all. My eyes fill with tears"

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“I like so much the way you are so greedy about life and yet so quiet, your eager greediness and your patience, and your way of not asking much of life and yet taking much because you are so human and alive that you find much in everything […]”

—  Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren

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“I can describe it as a pain in the head, some central point, a wound which, somehow, had always been there — something slowly and steadily deforming all hope in me; something that forces me to cling to the past and cling and cling — I cling to the blood, I cling to my own ache, I cling to the past and it gets to a point when I can’t even remember without hurting. I do feed off it, do you understand? It’s not the disease anymore, Anne, it is me, I’m telling you it is me! I blindly follow it because I want to know it and it drives me inward, each time all the most inward, and yet I can only use abstract terms to refer to it and then I get mad at myself. Or I am mad. Probably both. Anne, I am not a loser and I am not weak and I have been battling this ever since I can remember myself. And every single time I try to describe it to someone I love, I only end up sounding like a self-centered asshole who is so damn arrogant in her pain. And then I cannot describe it — I fail, I always fail so forgive me […]”

—  Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters 

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Anonymous: please, can you tell me when did you get your current theme? sorry about the bad english. xx

It’s the Cold Coffee theme from sleepythemes but I’ve made a few adjustments.

9 . 14

Anonymous: why don't u reblog colored woman?

I never reblog images with much consideration to race, it’s more about the aesthetics, meaning or composition. Having read your message, I have realised that yes, the people in the images on my blog are predominantly of caucasian or asian descent (I’m assuming you’re discluding Asians in your statement) yet this was not intentional. I’m sorry if it offended you, but I wish you to know that race is never really a factor in the images I choose to have on my blog.

9 . 14

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.”

—  Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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“Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea — all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.”

—  Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

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disease: has there been anything specific to impact your development as a being? one thing to rise above the others, moreover. // what thought have you been pondering lately? // forgive my two inquiries.

I don’t know, I guess actual and genuine development began for me when I began to unlearn to fear the monster within; knowing that what hinders so many people from freedom and living is in fact a foolish and half-hearted attempt to escape from their humanly darkness. 

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