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“Things get broken,and sometimes they get repaired,and in most cases,you realize that no matter what gets damaged life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss,sometimes wonderfully”

#a little life

weltenwellen

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

miiilowo

where is my favorite painting i need to find my favorite painting

miiilowo

a break in their day by david hettinger. i loveyou

hebamola

ersuli

“I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)

gacougnol

Photographer unknown

Eden Rose model

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yingtan

TANG WEI for Harper’s Bazaar China, September 2022

arsivist

Stanko Abadžic

joeinct

Jack D'Amboise Playing with His Children, Seattle, Photo by John Dominis, 1962

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone;

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all,—

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a large and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

#solitude

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness? But it is not so simple. Once you are free, you struggle to keep from becoming a slave again. And the weight of slavery is heavier than the weight of freedom. To be free means to be responsible, without excuses and without help from others. It is to walk naked and vulnerable, without the protective cloaks of pride or power. It is to stand in the wind and embrace the sun, without the protection of your shadow. To be free is to accept the responsibility of your own destiny, and with it the realization that you can never be perfect, only whole.

#the unbearable lightness of being