The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring,...– The Awakening by Kate Chopin (via milkwoods)
She’s mad, but she’s magic.– Charles Bukowski (via feur)
Start copying what you love. Copying, copying, copying. And at the end of the...– Yohji Yamamoto (via tombstonesgrey)
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salmantati: the mixture of thoughts and emotion floating on tunes through the air whom will they reach? and will they echo in the darkness of my night? these songs that we sing what do they mean? they speak of love and hope in inner pictures of longing, passion, fear and ficture travelling around the globe visualized as dancing rope to act in concert ‘n fill the scope relinquish on a...
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain...– Douglas Coupland (Life After God)
g-g-goldregen: i didnt know where to turn to. es ist zeit für goldregen. du fehlst an brechenden abenden. du fehlst an himmelhochjauchzenden morgen. wochen über wochen nicht gesprochen nicht gehört augen zu. bin zu d e i n e r pech_marie geworden.
und wenn ich mir die lippen blutig spreche?
clientsfromhell: “The only problem I have with the pages load so fast you can’t even tell they’re changing. Could you put a page in between the pages, so it takes longer to load?”
crashinglybeautiful: “We are like the spider. We weave our life and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream. This is true for the entire universe.” —The Upanishads Thank you, The Tao of Photography.
clientsfromhell: “Do you believe in GOD?, and would mind designing us a free church flyer. You will go to heaven for this.”
… the steadily shrinking body is admired, not so much as an aesthetic or sexual object, but for the strength of will and self-control it projects. …as the body begins to look more like a spare, lanky male body, she begins to feel untouchable, out of reach of hurt, invulnerable, clean and hard as the bones etched into her silhouette.
uns geht es mittelmäßig genug, kein platz für heldentaten.– mmmaeckes. (via g-g-goldregen)
Eine authentische Liebe müßte die Zufälligkeit des Andern, d.h. seine Fehler,...– Simon de Beauvoir: Das andere Geschlecht. Sitte und Sexus der Frau. Hamburg, 1968. S. 617. (via mephistopholus)
She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.– Dia Reeves (via sandysays)