Weather is good but there are clouds in my coffee

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Weather is good but there are clouds in my coffee
Manhattan, NY 2019.
Yashica T4 Super | Kodak Portra 800
Keith Haring ‘Dancing Flower’
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via bookmania)
How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
Doc Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes”
Congratulations to Doc on topping 1,000,000 views on this remarkable poem.
(via buttonpoetry)
My identity is constantly reclaiming itself.
Erin Schick - “Identity: A Love Story” (WOWPS 2016)
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via wordsnquotes)
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
Melissa Cox (via wordsnquotes)
Yayoi Kusama
remember that you are still here. The human heart beats approximately 4000 times per hour. And each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘you are still alive.’ you are still alive. Act like it.
Rudy Francisco - Complainers (via raiistliin)
You see in the world what you have in your heart.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (via fuck-yeah-existentialism)
New mural by our buddy Pastel in Kiev, Ukraine!
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via wordsnquotes)
Bras Charline
Do you ever question the nature of your reality?
Westworld is existential af (via fuck-yeah-existentialism)