my kind of friday

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"I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one… .

Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions,

in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too

in a net of good and evil… . There is no other story.

A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life,

will have left only the hard, clean questions:

Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?"

 John Steinbeck

corinna wagner

will

there will come a time, a day, a moment when words 
are not enough. when the letters hooking to other 
letters and tying themselves to each other, 
the trains of vowels and consonants chasing each other 
out of my mouth just won’t do justice to the avalanche
that you’re struggling through.

if this is…

tyler knott gregson

worlds

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She is so naked and singular.

She is the sum of yourself and your dream.

Climb her like a monument, step after step.

She is solid.

 Anne Sexton

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'RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY SOUL.

                             FOR ONCE, JUST ONCE,FEEL EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL,

                   BELIEVE WHAT I BELIEVE,

        PERCEIVE AS I PERCEIVE,LOOK, EXPERIENCE, EXAMINE,

AND FOR ONCE;

JUST ONCE,UNDERSTAND…'

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spark

you are the magic 
i never had the courage

to believe I’d find.

                                 tyler knott gregson 

But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, 
 I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

Aldous Huxley

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"Parce que tu me parles avec des mots; 

et moi, je te regarde avec des sentiments..."

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Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that’s where you 


renew your springs that never dry up.

 Pearl S. Buck

jacob von loon

nuances

mark rothko

kathryn markel

ingela ulberg

karen rips

johannes girardoni

silvia poloto

richard diebenkorn

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laura fumagalli

illuminated....glass cube

love it!

aiko miyawaki

u

"i will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books

our morning coffee

our noons our nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again."

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katinka matson

be in the now

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime.  

They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; 

they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. 

These are the most important people in your life, 

and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. 

But there’s still one more tier to all this; 

there is always one person you love who becomes that definition.

 It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. 

This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. 

You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. 

You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. 

This is because the individual who embodies

 your personal definition of love does not really exist. 

The person is real, and the feelings are real-but you create the context. 

And context is everything. 

The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet first time you really, 

really want to love someone. 

But that person still wins. 

They win, and you lose. 

Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Chuck Klosterman

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shahir zag

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… 

Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. 

It’s you or me amplified. 

If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. 

If you ever wished you could be a child forever.

 Susanna Kaysen

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"I was within and without, simultaneausly enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

harry callahan

HAVASI - Farewell

by Greco de Ruijter

'I will float until I learn how to swim'

eno henze - The Human Factor

still learning

i've learned that good-byes will always hurt,

pictures will never replace having been there,

memories good and bad will bring tears,

and words never replace feelings

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"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us 

something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. 

Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight 

or any experience that reveals the human spirit."

 E. E. Cummings

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Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, 
the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.

Tom Perrotta 

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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion 

against injustice and lying and greed.

 If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.

— William Faulkner

"It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think,

 ‘I want to go home.’ 

But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. 

You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. 

And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. 

I felt that. Still do. 

I’m never completely at home anywhere." 

 Danzy Senna

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LEFT BRAIN- I am the left brain
I am a scientist. A mathematician.
I love the familiar, I categorize. I am accurate. Linear.
Analytical. Strategic. I am practical.
Always in control. A master of words and lenguage.
Realistic. I calculate ecuations and play with numbers.
I am order. I am logic.
I know exactly who I am.

RIGHT BRAIN- I am the right brain.
I am creativity, a free spirit. I am passion.
Yearning . Sensuality. I am the sound of the roaring laughter .
I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet.
I am movement. Vivid colors,
I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas,
I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel.
I am everything I wanted to be.

"Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. 

And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. 

Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. 

You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard 

and slacking off. 

There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. 

To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. 

And remember that you are always making up the future as you go."

Randall Munroe 

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L'Alhambra de Andalousie

photographic escapism

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