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velvetnyc: “I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living.” — John Fante, Full of Life (via velvetnyc)
novitiate2017:this is my fav jenny holzer piece/quote and one of my fav pieces of art ever its just . its one simple sentence yet it provokes so much emotion in me and makes me feel so melancholic and i dont think any other piece of art has made me feel
nakedpersimmon: “I’ve noticed in my life that there are two kinds of pain in this life. One is the pain of growing up, and the other is the pain of refusing to grow up. And the pain of growing up changes, and there’s wonderful rewards attached
velvetnyc: “Music is at once the most wonderful, the most alive of all the arts — it is the most abstract, the most perfect, the most pure — and the most sensual. I listen with my body and it is my body that aches in response to the passion and
emq: ““There are times, however, and this is one of them when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring
ar-destilado: “Oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much.” — Frank O'Hara, “Steps” (via wordsnquotes)
theloversanddriftersclub: ‘She is quick and curious and playful and strong.’#loversanddriftersclub
quotemadness: “Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped.” — Charles Bukowski
dostevsky: “Fifteen to eighteen percent of girls under twelve now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and twenty-five percent of young American women would rather win America’s Next Top
bsfnr: “there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will
thirtyminuteboyfriend: “There’s a fly floating around in my milk and it is a foreign body and it's getting alot of milk! That’s kind of how I felt — a foreign body and I couldn’t help but soak it up.”
destinyisdream: “And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.” — Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night
therealmickrock: “I was intuitive and lucky to be around. I also looked like them, and that made it easier to accept me.”Ziggy Sardust and the Spiders From Mars - 1973
young-dirty-paws: “Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.” — Hermann Hesse - Narcis Si Gura. (via empiregrotesk)
sideburn: me rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cuz its keiths bday!! :^>>!!! n im so happy!! i love him so much and he inspires me to become braver and fall in deeper love with music every day and learn something new about it every day !!! :D
vaerktoj: Thierry Mugler’s Paris Apartment “I don’t want real possession. What I need and what I wanted in this apartment was its space - and to keep it as empty as possible.” Taken from Living Well: The New York Times Book of Home Design and
quotespile: “I was feeling unfulfilled and, frankly, rather crappy about everything. I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space.
frenchmatte:very nice concept: sitting on the floor beside a window in my apartment in paris. probably lighting a cigarette and drinking coffee. wearing nothing except a silky lace robe and some cute undies. flowers and plants fill up every corner. art
the-book-diaries: “How many more nights and weird mornings can this…go on? How long can the body and brain tolerate this…” — Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
whitneymuseum: A Valentines Day sentiment that transcends the decades: this 1988 painting by Andrew Masullo is made on a found panel and features an excerpt from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”
kernjosh: Something about this selfportrait makes me very very uncomfortable. I really hate the way I present myself to the camera. Like Im acting and already thinking about sharing it and what people are going to think about me. And by doing so, Im
coral: “I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning
theburnthatkeepseverything: “And I would hide my face in you, and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” — Franz Kafka, The Castle.
crescentshapedcat: “A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and
whitneymuseum:Andy Warhol shot hundreds of movies – short and long, silent and sound, scripted and improvised. As part of the upcoming Warhol retrospective at the Whitney, we’ll be screening a selection of his classic films! According to the New York
weltenwellen: “Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame.” — Brené
la-lunex: “You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful. And only a few will know how to love you without breaking you and making you dangerous.” — Nikita Gill, To the Heartbroken Ones on this Night (via books-n-quotes)
mentolbombon:“Johnny can take the most basic, threadbare tune and you’ll just cry for hours and hours and swim in tears.” - Morrissey, 1983
dumboloveblog: “You make me feel warm … and … clear – inside. – I want for nothing – just clear and quiet and warm all through.” — Kahlil Gibran, from Mary Haskell’s Journal (April 20, 1911) In: “Beloved prophet; the love letters
iridescentskull: “The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, gold ear-rings showing from thick
velvetnyc: “How many more nights and weird mornings can this…go on? How long can the body and brain tolerate this…” — Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
ambermozo: This. This is what i need. This is perfect to me. Wood floors and open windows. Open windows for light to come in and out and Wood under my feet to keep me standing. Its a home. A perfect one to me.
kernjosh: November, 2018Im visiting Till and Marie for the first time since they moved to Bremen. Last night was exhausting but right now Im completely excited. And Im not even sure why… we order food, read books, smoke cigarettes and talk about watching
garadinervi:F. J. Monkhouse and H. R. Wilkinson, (1952), Maps and Diagrams. Their Compilation and Construction, Methuen, London, 1971, Third Edition
sickboyy: “I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow
thegreenwolf: People often think of fire as a destructive force, and it can be. But fire also rejuvenates the land. Many grasses have evolved root systems that survive fires so they can be renewed, and some trees and other plants have seeds that only
strawberryceceme: I want to dive into the world of John Keats, catch dead butterflies in jars and lay on a bed in a white room with the curtains blowing in the wind. Yes, I need to watch bright stars and write and create
falastinniya:you’ve gotta start romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new.
duoyen: Akram Khan and Fang-Yi Sheu, Gnosis, 2009 [watch] Gnosis is a work by Akram Khan in which he combines his classical Indian and contemporary dance roots. It begins with Khan revisiting the classical motifs of two earlier solos, Polaroid Feet and
the-caleb-landry-jones-blog: That one is from Byzantium. It’s pretty lovely and peaceful. I wonder if Caleb can draw and paint? He is very skilful in a lot of things and obviously a creative person so I wouldn’t be surprised. Another submission
petitmatou: “And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” — Franz Kafka, The Castle (via mondouxchaton)
infpisme: How many more nights and weird mornings can this…go on? How long can the body and brain tolerate this…Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
dpicchio: I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project.
kontroverzno: “He leaves me. And not like he did back in the day when he told me that I was vile and cruel, and not like he did when we told each other it was over earlier this year, making out in a hotel corridor, clutching onto each other too hard,
nlogax: “It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.” — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary.
tristealven: “I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.” — Mark Z. Danielewski, House
against-the-moon: “My problem (and perhaps the most profound source of my mediocrity): I wanted to be both pure and wise.” — Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 (via weltenwellen)
kernjosh: Yesterday I matched a girl on tinder and her favorite song was one that I used to love and forgot a long time ago. I texted her how much I admire the song and that I’m probably already in love with her. She answered me but I didn’t text
asifthisisme: “I believe that the definition of creativity is to be able to relate to all human behavior… And in return not to be afraid to destroy yourself and rebuild, as you will meet great influential forces through the good times and the bad.”
thecountryfucker: “How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.” — Vincent Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (via 89words)
waragainstintelligence: This culture forces upon you an ideal of authenticity based upon constant self-expression. You are only considered genuine and free if you can endlessly communicate and confess your thoughts and feelings. But the encouragement
nicolemason: “Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush
kernjosh:It was about 10 in the morning at Tills place and I had no idea what they were cooking. Everyone involved wanted to do it in a different way and was yelling various instructions. Shervin had tomato pips all over his body and Tills dog was covered
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