I do not want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Zelda Fitzgerald (via letters-to-nobody)
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It’s what a civilization does with its surplus that defines it, shapes it, prefigures its future. What our civilization chose to do with energy is make it measurable. And so we know that, going by the measure, this civilization can’t last. Its time is already up.
McKenzie Wark, ‘Designs for a New World’ (via spiritandteeth)
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your cinematography is showing

5/50→The Tree of Life

Going to watch this tonight

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…My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; it restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me and nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. I note the slightest facial movements of the person I’m talking with, I record the subtlest inflections of his utterances; but I hear without listening, I’m thinking of something else, and what I least catch in the conversation is the sense of what was said, by me or by him. And so I often repeat to someone what I’ve already repeated, or ask him again what he’s already answered. But I’m able to describe, in four photographic words, the facial muscles he used to say what I don’t recall, or the way he listened with his eyes to the words I don’t remember telling him. I’m two, and both keep their distance- Siamese twins that aren’t attached.

-Fernando Pessoa

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Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves    (via lipfused)

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Robert Frost, "A Dream Pang"


I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in…

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Representative government cannot express the will of the mass of the people, because there is no mass of the people; The People is a fiction, like The State. You cannot get a Will of the Mass, even among a dozen persons who all want to go on a picnic. The only human mass with a common will is a mob, and that will is a temporary insanity. In actual fact, the population of a country is a multitude of diverse human beings with an infinite variety of purposes and desires and fluctuating wills.
Rose Wilder Lane (via anarchei)

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Today at the People’s Climate March!

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Milena Bonilla - Noises (2007)


Milena Bonilla - Noises (2007)

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More and more frequently
the edges
of me dissolve.
Margaret Atwood, “More and More.” (via literarymiscellany)

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