Von sich selbst loszulassen ist die einfachste Methode, um anderen näherzukommen.
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Von sich selbst loszulassen ist die einfachste Methode, um anderen näherzukommen.
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baecation 🫶🏽✨
In a different world someone told him to treat the sand that surrounds him like a hug from his mother
"If rest becomes a form of recovery from work, as is the case today, it loses its specific ontological value. It no longer represents an independent, higher form of existence and degenerates into a derivative of work. Today's compulsion of production perpetuates work and thus eliminates that sacred silence. Life becomes entirely profane, desecrated."
—Han Byung-Chul, The Disappearance of Rituals (trans. Daniel Steuer)
Big huge fan of the way people eyes soften when looking at people they love it’s like they can’t help but let their guard down and open their hearts up
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— I'm glad your sickness, Marina Tsvetaeva (translated from the Russian by Elaine Feinstein)
Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”
[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]
ich bin ins unendliche erschöpft
meine wirbelsäule,
einst ein starkes haus,
fällt nun in sich zusammen,
als wäre mein körper
ein kartenhaus, welches
zusammengeklebt werden muss,
um dem wind standzuhalten.
“Nothing changes until something moves.”
— Albert Einstein