when you cut off all the toxic people in your life and end up with no one to talk to
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when you cut off all the toxic people in your life and end up with no one to talk to
The Life & Times Of Frida Kahlo (2005) dir. by Amy Stechler // Frida Kahlo from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera
Sinto que estou sempre batendo na porta e nĂŁo me abrem. Mas jĂĄ estou cansada, quero deitar na soleira e morrer.Â
Firstnamekate - Body Essay #2
Never quit
I met something stronger than death.
What if I never love anyone the way I loved him?â I asked the space. âYou wonât,â it replied. âYou never love the same way twice.â
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book Iâll never write #212 // But that doesnât mean you wonât love again. (via blossomfully)
An artist should not fall in love with another artist. A poet should not fall in love with another poet. Play it safe. Itâs easier that way. Kiss people who canât understand why you cry when the sun sets, who think it is because youâre afraid of the dark.
Emery Allen (via sheremetyevo)
happy brazilian valentineâs day
Crouching Girl with Head Down (1918), Egon Schiele
Velvet Underground-âSunday Morningâ from âVelvet Underground and Nicoâ LP
ISAAC ASIMOV âA lifetime of learningâ
minha. concepção. de. vida.
Ahora contaremos doce y nos quedamos todos quietos. Por una vez sobre la tierra no hablemos en ningun idioma, por un segundo detengamonos, no movamos tanto los brazos. Seria un minuto fragante, sin prisa, sin locomotoras, todos estariamos juntos en una inquietud instantanea. Los pescadores del mar frio no harian danio a las ballenas y el trabajador de la sal miraria sus manos rotas. Los que preparan guerras verdes, guerras de gas, guerras de fuego, victorias sin sobrevivientes, se pondrian un traje puro y andarian con sus hermanos por la sombra, sin hacer nada. No se confunda lo que quiero con la inaccion definitiva: la vida es solo lo que se hace, no quiero nada con la muerte. Si no pudimos ser unanimes moviendo tanto nuestras vidas, tal vez no hacer nada una vez, tal vez un gran silencio pueda interrumpir esta tristeza, este no entendernos jamas y amenazarnos con la muerte, tal vez la tierra nos ensenie cuando todo parece muerto y luego todo estaba vivo. Ahora contare hasta doce y tu te callas y me voy.
Pablo Neruda - A callarse
Gustav Klimt - A Virgem, 1913
You're my bondage and my freedom, My flesh burning like a naked summer light, you're my country. Hazel eyes marbled green, you're awesome, beautiful and brave, you're my desire always just out of reach."
Nazim Hikmet