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I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.

— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via violentwavesofemotion)


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April 19 2014

Tree of Life (2011), directed by Terrence Malick

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April 19 2014

bodyartandargument:

Jem Magbanua

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April 19 2014

pixography:

Joan Miro ~ “The Beautiful Bird Revealing the Unknown to a Pair of Lovers”

pixography:

Joan Miro ~ “The Beautiful Bird Revealing the Unknown to a Pair of Lovers

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April 19 2014

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)

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April 19 2014

For her you were either one of her closest friends or you were no friend at all. She had neither time nor energy for the casual acquaintanceship. She craved the hard lock: two minds, hearts, and souls as one, nothing unsaid, nothing untold, nothing unsung. If you didn’t meet her standards she didn’t hold it against you — she just dismissed you from her mind.

— Linda Gray Sexton, from 45 Mercy Street: Anne Sexton (via c-ovet)

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April 18 2014

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. 
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. 
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. 
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. 

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. 
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. 
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. 
No rhetoric, no tremolos, 
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. 
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. 
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. 

So throw away your baggage and go forward. 
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, 
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. 
That’s why you must walk so lightly. 
Lightly my darling, 
on tiptoes and no luggage, 
not even a sponge bag, 
completely unencumbered.

— Aldous Huxley (via c-ovet)

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April 18 2014

Always trust your own feeling, rather than others’ discussions, interpretations and arguments. Should you be mistaken, then slowly and with time the natural growth of your inner life will bring you to fuller awareness.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters To A Young Poet (via c-ovet)

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April 18 2014

s.t.