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Let us therefore trust the eternal spirit which destroys and annihilates only because it is the unfathomable and eternal source of all life. The passion for destruction is a creative passion, too!

Mikhail Bakunin (via ludimagister)

snidge-isms

Through A Glass Darkly by Ingmar Bergman (1961)

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rowanjames-blog

In A Lonely Place (B-SIDE)

Joy Division

Caressing the marble and stone, Love that was special for one, The waste in the fever I heat, How I wish you were here with me now. Body that curls in and dies, And shares that awful daylight, Warm like a dog round your feet, How I wish you were here with me now. Hangman looks round as he waits, Cord stretches tight then it breaks, Someday we will die in your dreams, How I wish we were here with you now.

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Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

- Arthur Schopenhauer (via bansheethepirate)

thisisnotharmless

I Like It When You’re Quiet // Pablo Neruda

#Pablo #Neruda

"your life is your life"

#Charles #Bukowski #Tom #Waits #Laughing #Heart

worship darkness

#mogwai

racheyspachey

How I love to see, indolent beloved, The skin of your so beautiful Body glistening, Like a shimmering cloth! Upon your deep tresses Filled with acrid perfumes, Fragrant and vagabond sea Of blue and brown waves, Like a ship that awakens In the morning wind, My dreamy soul weighs anchor For a distant sky. Your eyes, in which nothing, Whether sweet or bitter, is revealed, Are two cold jewels in which Gold mingles with iron. To see you walk rhythmically, Beautiful with abandon, One would think that you were a serpent dancing At the end of a baton. Under the weight of your laziness Your child’s head Wobbles with the gentleness Of a young elephant, And your body bends and stretches Like a fine ship That rolls from side to side and plunges Its yards in the water. When the water in your mouth rises To the edge of your teeth, Like a stream swollen by the melting Of rumbling glaciers, I believe I am drinking a Bohemian wine, Bitter and victorious, A liquid sky that strews My heart with stars!

“The Dancing Serpent,” Baudelaire, Fleurs du Mal From Fleurs du Mal, I also HIGHLY recommend “Correspondences” and “Carrion.” (via spacheselects)