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It took me years to understand that a woman can’t love a man - at least a woman like I am can’t - if he is only the sort of good, decent citizen. With Joachim I came to realize that a woman like me can only love a man who is fighting to change the world, to make it freer, more alive. Men like my first husband, who are good and trustworthy and who work to keep the world going on well in the same state they found it in, they let you down horribly, somewhere. You feel so terribly sold. Everything is just a sell: it becomes so small. A woman who isn’t quite ordinary herself can only love a man who is fighting for something beyond the ordinary life.

D.H. Lawrence, The plumed serpent

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The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
Joanna Hoffman (via larmoyante)

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Erin Wasson by Thomas Northcut
Mar 29, 2014 / 940 notes

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Erin Wasson by Thomas Northcut

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Tracey EminGet Out From Living Inside Of Me
Mar 23, 2014 / 6,732 notes

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Tracey Emin
Get Out From Living Inside Of Me

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That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Mar 22, 2014 / 90,822 notes

Μια μέρα θα κυκλοφορώ με φτερά από τα αποκόμματα των εφημερίδων που έγραψαν για την ελευθερία
και θα ψάξω να σου μιλήσω
για την επικίνδυνη συνήθεια που έχω να ονειρεύομαι ένα κίνητρο για τη ζωή
και μια υστεροφημία για το θάνατο.

Μ’ ακούς;ή μήπως σκέπασαν τις αισθήσεις σου οι σειρήνες των ασθενοφόρων;

Στο ιστορικό μου να διαγράψεις οριστικά τη σκοτεινή ένδειξη «Καταθλιπτικός».
Επιπόλαιη διάγνωση,βλέπεις.Με τούτο μονάχα να την αποκαταστήσεις: «Ονειρόπληκτος». Και με αποσιωπητικά να τη συνοδεύσεις.Να μη στέκει εκεί έξω δίχως συντροφιά.
Σα να έχει - τάχα και κάτι άλλο πάντα να σου πει.

Σε παρακαλώ.. μη μ’ αφήνεις να ξεχάσω.

Φίλιππος Αγγελής (via evitpgm)

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Mar 21, 2014 / 18 notes
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Jeffrey Catherine Jones
Mar 21, 2014 / 92 notes

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Jeffrey Catherine Jones

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ANDREW WYETH. Wind from the Sea, 1947, 47 x 70 cm. Tempera on hardboard.
Mar 21, 2014 / 89 notes

artmagnifique:

ANDREW WYETH. Wind from the Sea, 1947, 47 x 70 cm. Tempera on hardboard.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
Sylvia Plath (via sylviaplathings)
Mar 21, 2014 / 3,907 notes
Desolate the victories
of mysterious non-meeting,
phrases unspoken,
voiceless words.
Un-meeting glances
not knowing where to rest:
and tears alone are glad
to go on flowing.
Wild roses, ah, near Moscow
are in it! Who knows why…
and all this will be called
immortal love.
Anna Akhmatova, ‘Immortal Love’ (via fyodors)
Mar 21, 2014 / 92 notes
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
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Whitney Darling Photography
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Whitney Darling Photography

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