(Source: youremakingitallcomealive)
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Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence—perhaps therefore love?
After his mother died, Barthes grappled with the complexities of grief, loss, and mourning by writing fragments on more than 300 index cards. The cards were eventually published as Mourning Diary.
(via Maud Newton)
There’s a pain goes on and on.” “Empty Chairs At Empty Tables” from Les Misérables (via nattugla)
(Source: thisisinfiniteandbeyond)
It’s a beautiful day to climb out your window.
the silent xena project
304 | the deliverer
How many roads must I turn, to find me a place where the bridge hasn’t burned.What Can I Say | Brandi Carlile
Alone is the last place I wanted to be.
Working on a sunny saturday is awful, but my shift is almost over…
(Source: ladycere)
- Man: I want happiness.
- Buddha: First remove “I." That’s ego. Then remove “want.” That’s desire. See? Now you are left with happiness.
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath” (via crazylifeofa)
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I have Pringle-related problems, I’ll admit it.
