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"There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care."

— Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via larmoyante)

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“I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming abeautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.”

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"Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling may be transient, but I think it’s what we live for."

— Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled.  (via ephe)

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Auguste Rodin - The Kiss, 1852

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Auguste Rodin - The Kiss, 1852

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“…the desire to hide, to be camouflaged, to escape human appearance, to be an animal, an object, not a person, the desire to punish the self, to dissolve the self into the world, to be striped naked, to petrify the body, to become only matter…”    Susan Sontag

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“…the desire to hide, to be camouflaged, to escape human appearance, to be an animal, an object, not a person, the desire to punish the self, to dissolve the self into the world, to be striped naked, to petrify the body, to become only matter…”    Susan Sontag

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I know it’s not easy for you to start to believe again

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 la imagen del anima que prestaba brillo sobrenatural a la madre ante los ojos del hijo, es abandonada poco a poco frente a la banalidad de lo cotidiano .„„ y cae por ello en el inconsciente.„ sin que disminuya por eso su plenitud instintiva y su tensión primitiva. Desde ese momento esta como lista para el salto y es proyectada en la primera oportunidad. Esa oportunidad se presenta cuando un ser femenino hace una impresión que quiebra la cotidianeidad 

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y tú al mirarte al espejo tal vez querrás que se detenga el mundo solo para tí.. 
Y eso no puede ser no puede ser mi vida..
sin sospecharlo el viento te arrebatará esa hoja escrita con tu mejor canción. que ya no recordarás, y que creías que haría una revolución, 
sin amor…

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Anda como una diosa y tiende sultana,
Siente por el placer fe mahometana.

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"Lo que habia entre ellos no era amor, era inmortalidad"

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La nostalgia del paraíso es el deseo del hombre de no ser hombre.