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"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them…”

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— Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road (via freedom-in-the-mountains)

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"Sadness was so claustrophobic."

— Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss (via quoted-books)

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deiparous:

Saint Sebastian, 1671 by Giuseppe Giorgetti

deiparous:

Saint Sebastian, 1671 by Giuseppe Giorgetti

(via solefoods)

"The inert universe may have a quality we can call logic. But logic is a human attribute after all; so even at that it’s a misnomer."

— Thomas Pynchon, from “V”  (via freedfromcontext)

"In the past he used to move me, asleep like this. And yet, I’d sense him as if he were closed off, as if he were hiding secrets beyond my suspicion. Sleep closed in on itself. His body doesn’t even quiver. If he were dead it would be just the same. Opaque, a man always remains opaque."

— Assia Djebar, Women of Algiers in Their Apartment (via gogogogol)

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artchoface:

elenoa:

Ludovic Florent's series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust). 

This is fucking gorgeous

whoaaaa D: so beautiful!

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vertigo1871:

Francesco Parisi, Study for Proserpine in hell, 2009

vertigo1871:

Francesco Parisi, Study for Proserpine in hell, 2009

(via uromancy)

"Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love."

Jean-Paul Sartre, a letter to Simone de Beauvoir (via youngfolksociety)

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lineandstanza:

Luis de Gongora, translated by John Dent-Young, from Selected Poems from Univ of Chicago Press

lineandstanza:

Luis de Gongora, translated by John Dent-Young, from Selected Poems from Univ of Chicago Press

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disarrayedthoughts:

Lately//The Helio Sequence

(via itualac)

uutpoetry:

A Slow Sunday
apocalypsemambo
Shadows like tall, solemn gunmen in dark overcoats visit us at dusk. I wish now that I had finished college. Every day 2,400 Americans (give or take) go missing. It’s a story that begins in the middle, with dictators, early Christian worship practices, a couple of Advil. What would Jesus do? Kill 99.9 percent of bacteria in 10 seconds is what. Afterwards, a bird would shriek like a rocket from the tomb.
art by Caroline Alkire

uutpoetry:

A Slow Sunday

apocalypsemambo

Shadows like tall, solemn gunmen in dark overcoats visit us at dusk. I wish now that I had finished college. Every day 2,400 Americans (give or take) go missing. It’s a story that begins in the middle, with dictators, early Christian worship practices, a couple of Advil. What would Jesus do? Kill 99.9 percent of bacteria in 10 seconds is what. Afterwards, a bird would shriek like a rocket from the tomb.

art by Caroline Alkire

(via ablackbrick)

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forlovers:

Chinese immigrants in New York City | 1992 - 2011

Chien Chi Chang 

(via letters-to-nobody)

Tags: new york

royalrex:

The moon came to the forge
wearing her bustle of nards.
The child stares and stares at her;
the child keeps staring on.

In the agitated air
the moon moves her arms
revealing lubricious and pure
her breasts, tin and hard.

Run away, moon, moon, moon!
If the gypsies find where we are