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"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."

"What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it."
Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

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rave-inmydreams:

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

good god

rave-inmydreams:

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

good god

(Source: brokendreamsandsadness, via seadeities)


fuckyeahexistentialism:

"Anxiety is the organ by which the subject appropriates sorrow and assimilates it. Anxiety is the energy of the movement by which sorrow bores its way into one’s heart."

Text: Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or … Image: John Cassavetes, A Woman Under the Influence

fuckyeahexistentialism:

"Anxiety is the organ by which the subject appropriates sorrow and assimilates it. Anxiety is the energy of the movement by which sorrow bores its way into one’s heart."

Text: Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or … Image: John Cassavetes, A Woman Under the Influence

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"The sea is the cruelest lover."

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"The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist."
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via stxxz)

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astronautte:

The Public Library: A Photographic Love Letter to Humanity’s Greatest Sanctuary of Knowledge, Freedom, and Democracy (via Brain Pickings)
also see: my JAM

astronautte:

The Public Library: A Photographic Love Letter to Humanity’s Greatest Sanctuary of Knowledge, Freedom, and Democracy (via Brain Pickings)

also see: my JAM


"We know so much all the time and we have come to depend so heavily on that access to knowledge, if not our own then the group’s, that we don’t spend any great time not-knowing. These days, not-knowing actually requires a determined effort. And yet there is so much power and opportunity to be had in the not knowing."
In Willing to Be Lucky, her fantastic and bittersweet essay on life in NYC before the internet, Glynnis MacNicol echoes Donald Barthelme’s meditation on not-knowing and goes on to explore what we’ve lost with everything we’ve gained.  (via explore-blog)

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