“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA
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“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA
we are nature - Author: 1hooda
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
love when pets walk by like they have somewhere to be
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
meow meow meow meow meow. did u ever think of that
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i have this constant feeling of wanting to leave all the time, i don't know when, i don't know where, but i only know that i want to leave
I want to leave, go to some place where I will be really in my own niche, where I will fit in… but my place is nowhere; — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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“Nothing But Time” (1926) - Alberto Cavalcanti
Një perlë meditative e urtësisë
E di që kam qenë i njëjti person prej kur kam lindur, brenda të njëjtit trup dhe së njëjtës mendje. Mendimet e mia janë gjithashtu prore me mua, por nëse ajo që mendoj dhe ndjej rrjedh çdo sekondë të jetës sime… A jam unë ende unë? Dhe nëse jo, atëhere kush jam unë?