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Flashing through thunderclouds in space; time, barriers, just seem to dissolve as we move forth into the Divine. From dimension to dimension.



"You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.
"

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book Of Hours   (via mirroir)

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analghesic:

vogue italia september 1998

analghesic:

vogue italia september 1998

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"Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?"

Louis XIV (last words)

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David Lynch photographed by Lykke Li

David Lynch photographed by Lykke Li

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aseaofquotes:

— Ernest Dowson

aseaofquotes:

— Ernest Dowson

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"I am inventing a language which must necessarily burst forth from a very new poetics, that could be defined in a couple of words: Paint, not the thing, but the effect it produces."

Stéphane Mallarmé (via apoetreflects)

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alert:

I do not always feel colored
I feel most colored when i am thrown against a sharp white background

artgods:

A Clockwork Orange | Stanley Kubrick

artgods:

A Clockwork Orange | Stanley Kubrick

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"Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters,’ without immediately turning the monsters into pets."

— Jacques Derrida (via sisyphean-revolt)

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"It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone."

— Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (via larmoyante)

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