All the true fragments

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[history-museum]

An American soldier wears a hand-lettered slogan on his helmet, June 1965[1014X1500].

[free-parking-blog]

Salvador Dalí, Ménagère, 1957, set of seven pieces of silver-gilt flatware

[akabunny-blog]

!!!!!!!

[maza-dohta]

A woman smiling is like the sun. She doesn’t shine for you.

Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

[journalofanobody]

For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, we breathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember, yielding us fainter fragrance.

 Rainer Maria Rilke (via journalofanobody)

[akabunny-blog]

Another day, another #doodle | #mindmapping #consciousness #lifeofcontrast #blackandwhite #penandink #pilotv5 #lines

[vero-in-technicolor]

[quarkmaster]

[akabunny-blog]

Unfortunately didn't get my act together in time to dress as goddess Kali. Oy. Maybe next year.

[poeticsofdeath]

It seems to me sometimes that I do not really exist, but that I merely imagine I exist. The thing that I have the greatest difficulty in believing in, is my own reality. I am constantly getting outside myself, and as I watch myself act I cannot understand how a person who acts is the same as the person who is watching him act, and who wonders in astonishment and doubt how he can be an actor and a watcher at the same moment.

André Gide, The Counterfeiters (1925)

[akabunny-blog]

my creative process

[akabunny-blog]

This is also for the people who wake early / to watch the flowers bloom. / Who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world / has slapped them in the face with its lack of light. / For the mothers who feed their children first / and thirst for nothing when they're full. ~ Andrea Gibson This is for you. ✊ | #sayyes #Andreagibson #morningreads #feministpoetry #queerpoetry #poetry

[akabunny-blog]

color phase 1 #inprogress

[akabunny-blog]

All is mystery- yet so familiar. Like a song I've never heard before, with a tone I've known my entire life. It's splintering- this seduction by paradox; alive in the shatter, courting the muse. And most days, I prefer that. | #subconscious #mindmapping #paradox #morningview #analog #doodle #laptopfreezone (at the bean - East Village)

[ivnvska]

“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.” — Andrea Gibson

(via wander-fully)

[journalofanobody]

Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we’ve missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.

Douglas Coupland, Life After God (via journalofanobody)

[nminusone-blog]

What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.

Charlie Chaplin (via nminusone)

[foreheadxkisses]

Body comparisons. 

[dream-insilk]

this makes me feel alive

[maza-dohta]

Sex and poetry. The only things we do at night because it is easier to see into the past by moonlight.

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)