E pra você que diz que minha personalidade é insurpotavél, um recado: pelo menos eu tenho uma… E você que nem isso tem!
He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about…like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via ophidiophobic) |
Atomic: Full of Love, Full of Wonder by Nike Savvas was a 2005 installation made up of hundreds of bouncy balls suspended on strings.
You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward.
It’s shared, so share it more often than not.
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| — | Jeff Stuckel. (via blindbonesbradley) |
Perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.
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| — | Cormac McCarthy, The Road (via farewell-kingdom) |
