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whatever persists, quietly persists.

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perhaps the point of it all was to finally rest amidst the scent of patchouli and the ticking of a clock this november night.

[somefamiliarstranger]

while some vinyl somewhere was turning

[somefamiliarstranger]

it is—you're spaciously welcome.

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the occasionally bearable lightness of being

[somefamiliarstranger]

"Given how long it's taken me to reconcile my nature, I can't figure I'd forgo it on your account."

Rust

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The art of living is based on rhythm — on give and take, ebb and flow, light and dark, life and death. By acceptance of all aspects of life, good and bad, right and wrong, yours and mine, the static, defensive life, which is what most people are cursed with, is converted into a dance, ‘the dance of life,’ metamorphosis. One can dance to sorrow or to joy; one can even dance abstractly. … But the point is that, by the mere act of dancing, the elements which compose it are transformed; the dance is an end in itself, just like life. The acceptance of the situation, any situation, brings about a flow, a rhythmic impulse towards self-expression. To relax is, of course, the first thing a dancer has to learn. It is also the first thing a patient has to learn when he confronts the analyst. It is the first thing any one has to learn in order to live. It is extremely difficult, because it means surrender, full surrender.

Henry Miller, The Wisdom of the Heart

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paul hazendonk, noraj cue & lazarusman : story of something emanuel satie : lost control ferdinand dreyssig & marvin hey : coeur de la nuit (2014 extended mix) matthew dekay & lee burridge : lost in a moment (dixon rework) high heels breaker ft. sarah palin: come easy (jimi jules remix) justin jay : waves nicolas jaar : stay in love

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"Deep down I knew perfectly well that it doesn't much matter whether you die at thirty or at seventy, since in either case other men and women will naturally go on living - and for thousands of years. In fact, nothing could be clearer." ― Albert Camus, The Stranger

[somefamiliarstranger]

... Fundamentally, you see, you can't get away from it. It's a situation in which we are all floating in a tremendous river―and the river carries you along. Now some of the people in the river are swimming against it; but they're still being carried along. Others have learned that the art of the thing is to swim with it; and they're carried along, too―but they know it.

Alan Wilson Watts

[nevver]

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Life drawing, Gustav Klimt

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to get back my youth, i would do anything in the world, except make an effort to get it back.

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I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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