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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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jueki:

 Petal Dance  (2013) ‘ペタル ダンス’ Directed by Hiroshi Ishikawa

12:45 pm, reblogged from 空虚 by tranceoxide349 notes

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody.
Sylvia Plath, from “Tulips,” Ariel. Faber & Faber Poetry, 2010 (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(Source: camilla-macauley)



Bless
something small
but infinite
and quiet.
Robert Creeley, from “A Prayer” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)


어느새 빗물이 내 발목에 고이고
Before I knew it, the rain gathered around my feet

참았던 눈물이 내 눈가에 고이고
And the tears that I kept from falling began pooling in my eyes

I cry…

(Source: humanseoul)

02:08 pm, reblogged from 空虚 by tranceoxide572 notes

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06:01 pm, reblogged from simplicity by tranceoxide15,440 notes


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10:07 am, reblogged from akumamatata by tranceoxide79,142 notes

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

(via s0lve-et-coagula)


09:59 am, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide461 notes

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
Carl Jung  (via human-voices)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)


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There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city.
Beryl Markham, West with the Night (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)


Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.
Salvador Dali (via devilduck)


lest-at:

v-olupt: fleuxh: lushella: fresh ✖ modern ✖…

lest-at:

v-olupt: fleuxh: lushella: fresh ✖ modern ✖…

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