cela ne vaut pas la peine


→ August 30,2014|9:40am mainart:

Cardboards (Collage), 2014 Ibon Mainar

mainart:

Cardboards (Collage), 2014 Ibon Mainar

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→ August 29,2014|12:36am aseaofquotes:

Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses

aseaofquotes:

Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses

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→ August 28,2014|8:54pm "People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you."

William H. Woodwell Jr. (via splitterherzen)
→ August 28,2014|8:49pm

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→ August 28,2014|8:49pm

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→ August 28,2014|8:48pm

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→ August 28,2014|8:40pm

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→ August 25,2014|11:58pm "It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can’t stop. Sadness is familiar. It’s comfortable and it’s easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it’s addicting, because I know sadness, and I know it very well. And there’s a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There’s just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it’s supposed to be."

Marianna Paige (via wordsthat-speak)

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→ August 24,2014|4:44am

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→ August 24,2014|4:37am "Are we not all alike, constantly talking and to no one, forever up against the same questions although we know the answers in advance?"

Albert Camus, The Fall (via robcam-wfu)
→ August 22,2014|12:02pm byunyounggeun:

between winter and spring #423x30.5cm canvas on watercolor

byunyounggeun:

between winter and spring #4
23x30.5cm canvas on watercolor

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→ August 22,2014|11:49am "I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it’s an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it."

Dunya Mikhail, from an interview (via mitochondria)

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→ August 21,2014|10:12pm

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→ August 21,2014|10:10pm "Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?"

David Foster Wallace (via sequard)

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