“They certainly seem to be fascinated with us. And I find it really sad, that we as humans, abuse that.” - Dr. Ingrid Visser (x)

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“They certainly seem to be fascinated with us. And I find it really sad, that we as humans, abuse that.” - Dr. Ingrid Visser (x)
“Well, I was thinking, we don’t really have any photographs of us. And I thought this song could be like a photo that captures us in this moment in our life together.”
“…but all the clouds were glowing like roses and gold, and in the middle of the pale pink sky the evening star shone bright and beautiful.”
— Hans Christian Andersen, from “The Little Mermaid,” or. publ. c. 1837
Atlas by Cornelis Bloemaert (1635-38)
“I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
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“I can’t get outside myself.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
Flower Stems, 1990, Nobuyoshi Araki
“Don’t ever think that everyone who leaves wants to.”
— Rachel Wolchin
–Samuel Beckett
“Do you know what it means to be emphatic? I will tell you: It means that when you are being forcibly taken to a dungeon, when you have a large knife at your back, when you are trying to be brave, you are able, still, to think for a moment of the person who is holding the knife.”
— Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux