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[larmoyante]

If we believe in nothing, if nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever, then everything is possible and nothing has any importance.

Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt (via larmoyante)

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Peroni in Italy https://flic.kr/p/PGM6X8

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I am a garden of black and red agonies  https://flic.kr/p/E28kws

[merveiles]

No Title #flickr https://flic.kr/p/8TDTaV

[larmoyante]

Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?

Mary Manin Morrissey (via petalis)

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Apollo 8 Magazine 13/E

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[larmoyante]

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Jack Kerouac (via larmoyante)

[momirratos]

By ´yatender on Flickr.

[whitenes-s]

untitled By Kristin

[larmoyante]

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.

Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via larmoyante)

[clammus]

(by Aleksandra Kojić)

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[d-ivinations]

untitled by rosemary* on Flickr.