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There is a moment when all hope disappears, all pride is gone, all expectation, all faith, all desire. I own that moment. It belongs to me. That's when I hear the sound. The sound of a mind breaking.

- shatter






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Personally I think there is only one thing to do: find the task we have been placed on this earth to do, and accomplish it as best we can, with all our strength, without making things complicated or thinking there’s anything divine about our animal nature. This is the only way we will ever feel that we have been doing something constructive when death comes to get us. Freedom, choice, will and so on? Chimeras. We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of the bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
Muriel Barbary (via nathanielstuart)

07:29 pm, reblogged from nathaniel stuart by tranceoxide15 notes

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
Margaret Atwood, “Variation on the Word Sleep,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written  (via ha-n)

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03:17 pm, reblogged from 白 by tranceoxide1,280,643 notes

Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via unlustified)

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09:01 pm, reblogged from Simplicity by tranceoxide437,548 notes

If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection - even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are - and who we can become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict - nature always finds a way.
from Touch   (via thatkindofwoman)

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kisago:

Krystal for Elle Korea, August 2014

kisago:

Krystal for Elle Korea, August 2014


And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (Scribner, 1999)

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I was not born into the wrong body, I was born into a world that doesn’t know what my body means.
Ollie Renee Schminkey (via huiyan)

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A man, like a ship at sea, must be always moving toward a destination, not simply drifting.
Louis L’Amour (via zerogate)


We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via cosmofilius)

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I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.
Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel (via suk-mun)

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I prefer silence to sound, and the image produced by words occurs in silence.


I believe pain breeds wolves
and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones
so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.

Pavana पवन

(via maza-dohta)


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There are certain things, no matter what, you have to keep inside.
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via l084)

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You are free and that is why you are lost.
Franz Kafka (via akumamatata)

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