"[…] if only I could stop thinking, that would be something of an improvement. Thoughts are the dullest things one earth. Even duller than flesh."

Jean-Paul Sartre, in Nausea (via letters-to-lolita)

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sikfish:

//// hmm… just found this on my HD. from Internet Feels Vol. 1

sikfish:

//// hmm… just found this on my HD. from Internet Feels Vol. 1

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"I love the one whose soul is overfull so that he forgets himself, and all things are in him; I love the one who has a free spirit and a free heart: thus his head is only the entrails of his heart, but his heart drives him to go under."

Friedrich Nietzsche (via randomglory)

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arpeggia:

Marta Minujin - Pausa Transformacional, 1982

arpeggia:

Marta Minujin - Pausa Transformacional, 1982

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sotlylaisse:

Alex Kanevsky, K.B. in her Bathroom, huile sur bois, 61×61 cm, 2005

sotlylaisse:

Alex Kanevsky, K.B. in her Bathroom, huile sur bois, 61×61 cm, 2005

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Inferences from the Socratic Figure

Socrates was a cretin disposed to rhetoric,
siphoning surrounding bystanders by his unfaltering belligerence 
towards virtually all citizenry in the stately confidence of the
virtue that all men outside his dialogue were
stupider than he.

he basked in the alighted splendor 
of gilded tomes that formally imprinted and
his incessant pinching across
the courtyards and recess of Athens 
into historical magnification like
pools of phlegm enveloping across
a creased face.

without eyes planted in his sockets,
he refused literacy; a pensive mouth
only suspended by the increasing concurrence of
his reductive yammering.

his outrage is characteristic respectively found
in the observed behavior eyeless stipulating loudly
beneath the unseen wave of
sublimation.

define quarreling self-satisfaction.

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jm-barraza:

I think anime got the look of rain hitting asphalt down. I don’t know why it stands out in my memory, but those tiny white dots hitting the pavement and tops of cars, in quick and geometric bursts—the drops feel big, look small.

I’m surrounded by vertical lines and see spots, I…

mcnvh:

326 x 654

mcnvh:

326 x 654

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