(Source: partytights, via beautyandthebeast)
Let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out, one by one,
like the forgotten faces of the dead.
I was never able to pray,
but let me inscribe my name
in the book of waves…
—Edward Hirsch, from “I Was Never Able to Pray”
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Jim Jarmusch about TUMBLR.
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(via electronicmuze)
liber floridus
(Source: antitacta)
movements
There is no meaning. What’s the meaning of the universe? What’s the meaning of a flea? It’s just there. That’s it. Your own meaning is that you’re there. We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about.
—Joseph Campbell
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Maximilian Pirner, Sleepwalker, 1878.
(Source: antitacta)
cocorosie - gallows
chelsea wolfe.
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CANT ”Answer”
(Source: sexualtension, via annafest)
Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a little surprise at recognising in her own person so famous a thing: is happiness.
—Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
—Epictetus
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