1. nearlya:

    Jan Fabre. The Man Writing on Water, 2006, silliconed bromze

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  2. "Mostly I just kill time,” he said, “and it dies hard."
    — Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via ymutate)
  3. learning-2love-myself:

    prisoner of dreams | via Tumblr on We Heart It

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  5. intractably:

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  7. aseaofquotes:

    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

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  8. tastefullyoffensive:

    International Heart Beat Sounds [chapmangamo]

    Previously: International Guide to Shutting People Up

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  10. "I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don’t really exist if you don’t."
    — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via likesomethingblooming)

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  13. heartfullofliquor:

    “Then where does it take me? I’m not necessarily a director, I’m not necessarily an actor—”

    “Yeah,” Matt said. “I doubt that you’re going to be Meryl Streep. But you’re also not just Chris Farley—you have that special thing where you’re guileless and real.” He leaned in: “What you really need to do is get out and start dating. Do all the shit that makes you anxious. Remember that nobody is good at meeting people in bars—”

    “You met your wife at a bar!” Tom cried.

    “But I was terrible at talking to her!” Matt replied. “And that’s why Carin liked me. Failure is a badge of honor. Be willing to get out there again and fail. It’s like the end of ‘The Graduate’: He goes to the church, he stops the wedding, he gets the girl. And then there’s a minute or so afterward, where they’re both on the bus: Now what? You’re about to have that ‘Now what?’ of the rest of your life.”

    “Is this how it should feel?” Tom asked. “Being an adult?”

    “Yes,” Matt said. “If you’re waiting for anxiety and fear and self-doubt to go away, you’re going to wait forever.”

    Tom drank up. Then he laughed softly and said, “We have this conversation at least once every two weeks.” (x)

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  14. "All those men were there inside,
    when she came in totally naked.
    They had been drinking: they began to spit.
    Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
    She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
    The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
    Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
    Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
    Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
    They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
    and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
    She did not speak because she had no speech.
    Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
    her twin arms were made of white topaz.
    Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
    and suddenly she went out by that door.
    Entering the river she was cleaned,
    shining like a white stone in the rain,
    and without looking back she swam again
    swam towards emptiness, swam towards death."
    — Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks, Pablo Neruda (via amorette)

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  15. louijover:

    tunnel life

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