As I Lay Dying
 

Day 55, Marina Abramović (by MoMA The Museum of Modern Art)

 

Day 55, Marina Abramović (by MoMA The Museum of Modern Art)

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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you. by Frédéric Chopin (via pigmenting)

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At any given moment, any time, any day of your existence, you can look at your whole life as a vast collection of experiences, and recognize that all of it adds up exactly to who you’ve become today. Who you became depended — to a degree you may never appreciate — on who you happened to run into while you were out in the world doing your thing. You could have been so many different people.
All relationships are temporary. They change form and texture as time passes, and they eventually go.
If it’s been a special one — with a lover, an important teacher, a parent – its absence can be a heavy one. Almost tangible. You can feel the presence of their absence. The Other is gone. An empty desk, an unused pillow, an open doorway with no one standing in it.
But you’re still there, and you’re better than you were. David Cain by

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historyofawoman:

“You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

Anis Mojgani 

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I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few. by Katie Kacvinsky (via likeafieldmouse)

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“His skin
is a brutally beautiful
handwritten letter
from the sun.”
-Buddy Wakefield, “Human the Death Dance”

I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.” Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting. by Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via skeletales)

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I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party. by Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour  (via likeafieldmouse)

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commovente:

Blissfully Yours, directed by Apichatpong Weerasethakul

Just purchased the Russian criminal tattoo book, I’m so set on getting a tattoo I kind of have a feel of what I want but not quite so sure. * I need to get more inspired.

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