February 2011
144 posts
“How often did I discover that when I wanted to use blue there was no more left....”
– Picasso
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“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can...”
– w. somerset maugham (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“Things-yet-to-have-form are often considered worthless or difficult to...”
– REI KAWAKUBO (via fuckyeahreikawakubo)
“Of course, he knew beauty doesn’t exist. He hadn’t known then but he knew now....”
– Joyce Carol Oates, We Were the Mulvaneys (via bubblyfun)
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“Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted;...”
– Mark Twain, “Tom Sawyer” (via bsdfortunes)
“The world must be all fucked up when men travel first class and literature goes...”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez (100 Years of Solitude)
“I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be...”
– Kahlil Gibran
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“I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and...”
– Dylan Thomas (via satindrapedframe)
“For something to be beautiful it doesn’t have to be pretty.”
– Rei Kawakubo (via fuckyeahcommedesgarcons)
tulletulle:
I wonder if eventually we’ll want even more than 3D, more than whatever 4D means, and slowly move to real people, there, in front of us.
They’ll call it: plays.
“Back when nobody knew who Margiela was, I remember a woman came and bought a...”
– Myung il Song (via lacollectionneuse)
“Take a moment from time to time to remember that you are alive. I know this...”
– Bill Bryson. Today in the river. (via crashinglybeautiful)
“For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy,...”
– Aldous Huxley (via slychedelic)
uncertaintimes:
You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.’
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