I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye. Ludovico Einaudi, I think, plays my heart on the piano. Every tiny shred of being that I am is a creator. a dancer. a thinker. I have synesthesia and lupus. What a jux that is.

11th June 2013

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11th June 2013

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Smeared Skies by Matt Molloy.

On Tumblr.

11th June 2013

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11th June 2013

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The cost of sanity, in this society, is a certain level of alienation.
— Terence McKenna (via la-prospettiva-di-me)

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11th June 2013

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Brown TLV Hotel by Ruby Israeli
The interior designer collaborated with architect Dario Grunzweig.

enochliew:

Brown TLV Hotel by Ruby Israeli

The interior designer collaborated with architect Dario Grunzweig.

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11th June 2013

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11th June 2013

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Clyde Closeup by Mark Dumont on Flickr.

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Clyde Closeup by Mark Dumont on Flickr.

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11th June 2013

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take the art.
slice it from their skin.
leave the color behind.
flower crowns and bob marley t-shirts, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

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11th June 2013

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Dear Samantha,
I’m sorry
we have to get a divorce.
I know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:
it’s not you.
It sure as hell isn’t me.
It’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do.
I love you… far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species.
I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.
I know you would never DO anything, you never do but…
I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.

Did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same: when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again.
If either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. Now that… is dedication.

After Elizabeth and I broke up, we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together - like if I knew what pots were mine - like if I knew which drapes were mine - somehow the pain would go away.
This is not true.

After two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down. While he still has control over his motor functions
he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift.
She then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes,
spooning every morsel into her mouth.
She wastes nothing. Even the exoskeleton goes.
She does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them. Now that… is selflessness.

I could never do that for you.

So I have a new plan: I’m gonna leave you now.
I’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices, I hope you do the same.
I will jay walk at every opportunity,
I will steal things i could easily afford,
I will be rude to strangers,
I hope you do the same.
I hope reincarnation is real,
I hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures,
I hope we are reborn as flies,
so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.

— Jared Singer, “An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter” (via therealmofpi)

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11th June 2013

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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
― Anaïs Nin (via goodreads.com)

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