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“If you have our blood in your veins, you will know us, know home, know who you are.”

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Strange afternoon. Tolerable agony. Agonizing Love. Lovely pain.

Richard Burton, from a diary entry written c. July 1965 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Bloemen, een vlieg en een slak - Nicolaes de Bruyn (printmaker) - 1594 - via Rijksmuseum

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ALTDORFER, Albrecht Crucifixion c. 1526 Linden panel, 29 x 21 cm Staatliche Museen, Berlin

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Flowers of the special attack are falling When the spring is leaving. Gone with the spring Are young boys like cherry blossoms. Gone are the blossoms, Leaving cherry trees only with leaves.

Poem by Vice Admiral Natome Ugaki, who was in charge of the Sixth Air Fleet in the last half year of WWII. He is commonly known as the father of the Kamikaze force. After the emperor broadcast to the Japanese people the news of their surrender, he led eleven other kamikazes personally on an attack against the American fleet around Okinawa. His men lost their lives like cherry blossoms falling off their tres. (via vulturehooligan)

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The alchemists, who in their own way know more about the nature of the individuation process than we moderns do, expressed this paradox through the symbol of the ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail. In the age old image of the ouroboros lies the thought of devouring oneself and turning oneself into a circulatory process, for it was clear to the most astute alchemists that the prima materia of the art was man himself. The ouroboros is a dramatic symbol for the integration and assimilation of the opposite, i.e. of the shadow self. This feed back process is at the same time a symbol of immortality, since it is said of the ouroboros that he slays himself and brings himself to life again, fertilizes himself and gives birth to himself. This is much like the cycle of the Phoenix, the feminine archetype. Ouroboros symbolizes The One, who proceeds from the clash of opposites, and therefore constitutes the secret of the prima materia which unquestionably stems from man’s unconsciousness.

Carl Jung || Collected Works. (via vulturehooligan)

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My great religion is a belief in the blood, as the flesh being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds but what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true.

D.H. Lawrence, from ‘The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence’ (via vulturehooligan)

[art-is-art-is-art]

The Sick Girl, Michael Peter Ancher

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Because I looked too deep inside myself! Because I looked too deep inside…

Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: The Fifth Story (via violentwavesofemotion)