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"'And so we exchange privacy for intimacy. We gamble with it, hoping that by exposing ourselves, someone will find a way in. This is why the human animal will always be vulnerable: because it wants to be.'"

— Max Barry, Lexicon (via iamlikethemoon)

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Open Question No. 1

I’m trying to locate this emptiness inside of me. I want to come home to it. To occupy it. To feel it in all it’s vastness and perpetuity. I spend my life avoiding it. Numbing myself so as not to feel it. But I’m coming to the realization that trying to escape it is what is making me so sick. But how do I welcome it into my consciousness without letting engulf me?

Any and all responses are welcomed.

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"And I believe in love. And beauty. I believe that every single person has something they find beautiful and that they truly love. The smell of their child’s hair, the silence of a forest, their lover’s crooked grin. Their country, their religion, their family. And I believe that if you follow this love all the way to its end, if you start with the thing you find most beautiful and trace its perfume back to its essence, you will perceive an intangible presence, a swath of stillness that allows the thing you love to be visible like the openness of the sky reveals the presence of the moon."

-Geneen Roth, Women Food and God

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 “My involvement in creative work pursuits, in particular, sculpture, is a state of mind. It is a consciousness, an acute awareness of my existence, made up of limitless variables and possibilities.” -Chong Fah Cheong

 “My involvement in creative work pursuits, in particular, sculpture, is a state of mind. It is a consciousness, an acute awareness of my existence, made up of limitless variables and possibilities.” -Chong Fah Cheong

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"We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love."

Lori Deschene  (via elige)

(Source: ramblings-of-a-dreamer, via iamlikethemoon)

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you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?

closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love?
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love

(Source: yumegrrrrrl, via grammatolatry)

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hipster-emo-cuties:

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"I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin."

the Salinger (via nevver)

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theparisreview:

I could not see the life I live.Wheeling to catch it as it was,I found myself the fugitive;There were my footprints, in reverse.I could not praise them, could not curse.Bare of their principle and cause,
They lay caught fast within that realmNo inquiry can justify,No good or evil overwhelm.To enter was to be interredWhere the gross lip absorbs the word.It was what dead men occupy.
Or so it seemed. And yet I live.Living I left my tracings there.Driven historian, I arriveHere where I blindly went, and see.Dark walker through dubiety!—Resuming you I grow aware.
Which is my life. O formless groundOf quick experience, but notExperience itself, I foundThat I had walked upon thy voidSaved by the blindness I employed,Till I stood blinking in my thought.
—Alan Stephens, “A Walk in the Void”Photography Credit Lucia Sceranková

theparisreview:

I could not see the life I live.
Wheeling to catch it as it was,
I found myself the fugitive;
There were my footprints, in reverse.
I could not praise them, could not curse.
Bare of their principle and cause,

They lay caught fast within that realm
No inquiry can justify,
No good or evil overwhelm.
To enter was to be interred
Where the gross lip absorbs the word.
It was what dead men occupy.

Or so it seemed. And yet I live.
Living I left my tracings there.
Driven historian, I arrive
Here where I blindly went, and see.
Dark walker through dubiety!—
Resuming you I grow aware.

Which is my life. O formless ground
Of quick experience, but not
Experience itself, I found
That I had walked upon thy void
Saved by the blindness I employed,
Till I stood blinking in my thought.

Alan Stephens, “A Walk in the Void”
Photography Credit Lucia Sceranková

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tastefullyoffensive:

"I’m gonna destroy you, but after this nap." [x]

tastefullyoffensive:

"I’m gonna destroy you, but after this nap." [x]