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MOUNTAIN EARTH

LAKE WIND

HEAVEN THUNDER
whitehotel:

Rachel Whiteread, Untitled (amber floor) (1993)

whitehotel:

Rachel Whiteread, Untitled (amber floor) (1993)

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felixinclusis:

erikangstrom: (Photo by Maciek Leśniak) “In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.”― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

felixinclusis:

erikangstrom: (Photo by Maciek Leśniak) “In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.”― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

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mythologyofblue:

The very birds are mute.

-William Shakespeare, from “Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been” +

mythologyofblue:

The very birds are mute.

-William Shakespeare, from “Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been” +

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laureltastic:

anoncentral:

Consider this your call to action.

I know that we all love this site as an expression of our individuality, but the fact of the matter is, we are under attack. And what we do is distracting us from that fact.

The American government now has all the records from Megaupload’s servers. Do you know what that means for you? That means that if you have ever used Megaupload, the government has your fucking number. And they will come for you.

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after/after, 2011 

after/after, 2011 

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I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don’t say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.

Anaïs Nin  (via nonchalant-beatnik)

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