Friday, March 30, 2012

my kind of friday


"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


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…

Thursday, March 29, 2012

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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


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

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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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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

"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


mark rothko

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ingela ulberg

karen rips

johannes girardoni

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laura fumagalli

Tuesday, March 27, 2012 cube

love it!
aiko miyawaki


"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
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


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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Monday, March 26, 2012

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

Saturday, March 24, 2012

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

"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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Friday, March 23, 2012

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 


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

Thursday, March 22, 2012

"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 


L'Alhambra de Andalousie

photographic escapism

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wavy wood

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

 'cei care asculta. cei care te asculta. cei care nu aud.
 cei care nu spun. cei care tac. cei care te tac.
 cei care fug. cei care ard. cei care dor.'
...... cei care vin inspre tine

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. 
This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. 
Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. 
Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. 
How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. 
 someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. 
So crystalline. So pure. 
Such life saving power when you smile. 
You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. 
So sad that we will never touch. 
How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have

 Henry Rollins 

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 We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anais Nin
"People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. 
Dreams are real. 
But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes." 

 Neil Gaiman

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