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I Bleed by Pixies from the album: Doolittle (MFSL)
is-i:

Megan Cump

is-i:

Megan Cump

For you must know, my dear ones, that each of us is undoubtedly guilty on behalf of all and for all on earth, not only because of the common guilt of the world, but personally, each one of us, for all people and for each person on this earth. This knowledge is the crown of the monk’s path, and of every man’s path on earth. For monks are not a different sort of men, but only such as all men on earth ought also to be. Only then will our hearts be moved to a love that is infinite, universal, and that knows no satiety. Then each of us will be able to gain the whole world by love and wash away the world’s sins with his tears.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via clockocean)
giuseppecristiano:

From my sketchbook

giuseppecristiano:

From my sketchbook

tamburina:

her charm is in
her silence
she speaks
in extended parenthesis.

Saul Williams

What does it mean to love somebody? It is always to seize that person in a mass, extract him or her from a group, however small, in which he or she participates, whether it be through the family only or through something else; then to find that person’s own packs, the multiplicities he or she encloses within himself or herself which may be of an entirely different nature. To join them to mine, to make them penetrate mine, and for me to penetrate the other person’s. Heavenly nuptials, mulitplicities of multiplicities. Every love is an exercise in depersonalization on a body without organs yet to be formed, and it is at the highest point of this depersonalization that someone can be named, receives his or her family name or first name, acquires the most intense discernibility in the instantaneous apprehension of the multiplicities belonging to him or her, and to which he or she belongs. […]Above all, it should not be thought that it suffices to distinguish the masses and exterior groups someone belongs to or participates in from the internal aggregates that person envelops in himself or herself. They are always relative, changing, and reversible, but between different types of multiplicities that coexist, interpenetrate, and change places—machines, cogs, motors, and elements that are set in motion at a given moment, forming an assemblage productive of statements: ‘I love you’ (or whatever).
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus (via adornoble)
doloresdepalabra:

‘Virtual Reality’
Davi Augusto

doloresdepalabra:

‘Virtual Reality’

Davi Augusto

mementomoriiv:

Moebius - Nudes

mementomoriiv:

Moebius - Nudes

To be or not to be; that’s not really a question.
Jean Luc Godard (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Realize Its Not The Sun by Hooray for Earth from the album: True Loves

intrasting:

Hooray for Earth. Realize It’s Not The Sun. True Loves.

Blaise Larmee. NUDES 02.

Blaise Larmee. NUDES 02.

thescentofthewild:

Johnny Cash. Hurt. American IV: The Man Comes Around.

The problem is that you don’t just choose recovery. You have to keep choosing recovery, over and over and over again. You have to make that choice 5-6 times each day. You have to make that choice even when you really don’t want to. It’s not a single choice, and it’s not easy.