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Did Wittgenstein really say any of those things you say he said?

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What’s most likely is that Mrs. Dalloway is the greatest novel ever written

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Found a picture of you, it hijacked my world at night

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[artemisiasea]

“We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what now appears to us as the most alien will become our most intimate and trusted experience.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt from Letter #8, Letters to a Young Poet, August 12, 1904

[galina-ulanova]

Sofia Golovkina as Swanhilda in Coppélia (Bolshoi Ballet)

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The resemblance to Anaïs Nin is remarkable!

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“To be a real person among real things. My struggle and my danger lie in the fact that I cannot become real, that there are always things that deny me, events that go straight through me, more real than I am and as if I didn’t exist.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. August 1903

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“Do you ever mean what you say, or say what you mean? Or do you just enjoy baffling the people who try to creep a little nearer?”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf c. August 1923 (via woolfdaily)

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To have two selves is the definition of a pathetic fate

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[barcarole]

Original title page and opening chorus of Bach’s Johannes-Passion, BWV 245 (1749 version).

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“…And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

— James Joyce, Dubliners

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All of Proust’s evening shirts were covered with brown spots because he liked to warm them before putting them on, and would often hold them too close to the flame

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L’enfant et la colombe - Robert Doisneau  1979

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Not even the thrilling, rippling ghost of my most ecstatic love