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"I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe you have the strength to bear it." - Tennessee Williams

[ourbedtimedreams]

DSC_2895 by juor2 on Flickr.

[ghostcafe]

[theuniversehasnofixedagenda]

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“Now and again an echo of Chopin’s music rings in my ears, and this much you absorb me that, at such moments I always think of you and lose myself in meditating about possibilities.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

[visvya]

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[whenplantingforests]

I tried to make sense of my own suffering and I found myself reducing my experience to metaphor. To unravel some interpretation to the events. As a survival mechanism we motivate ourselves to a meaningful narrative to make sense of it. And I think that ultimately this analysis provides a sense of justice. That there is hope, that there is a measure of dignity to what we may encounter as chance or fate or misfortune. We want to make sense of it and want to reduce it to a sense of metaphor. But as I’ve gotten older I think I’ve made an attempt to reduce metaphorical clutter in my life to see things as they really are without platitude. And sometimes suffering is just suffering. It’s just an accident of fate.

Sufjan Stevens (Interview for Radio New Zealand)

[drxgonfly]

The edge of the world (by Xu Zambo)

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[oriondiary]

”Make a wish.”

[hopelessbaka]

[pleoros]

Yiu

[wordsnquotes]

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.  (via wordsnquotes)

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M

The evening twilight time in Tokyo / 夕暮れ時の交差点

[yeule-deactivated20240618]

ヘルタースケルター (2012)

Pretty on the outide… but like a fruit, the bugs have eaten from within.

(dir.) Mika Ninagawa

[ourbedtimedreams]

untitled by Rob-Shanghai on Flickr.

[thewriterscaravan]

We are so accustomed to the old opposition of reason versus passion, spirit versus life, that the idea of a passionate thinking, in which thinking and aliveness become one takes us somewhat aback.

Hannah Arendt, ‘Martin Heidegger at Eighty’:   (via commovente)

[timotaychalamet]

“Feelings can creep up just like that.”

In The Mood For Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar Wai