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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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As I run I tell myself to think of a river. And clouds. But essentially I’m not thinking of a thing. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing
Haruki Murakami "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running" (via kahitanobastadito)

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Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing.
Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran  (via odaro)

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draqonz:

小龍

draqonz:

小龍

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human-voices:

Synecdoche, New York (dir. Charlie Kaufman, 2008)

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jueki:

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

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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)

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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…

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oliveweed:

 

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Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

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