I’ll shut myself off from everyone to the point of insensibility. Make an enemy of everyone, speak to no one.
- Franz Kafka (via blackestdespondency)

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My heart is spilled open; words refuse to bounce and settle. No writing. Everything disappears but the feel of utter equilibrium between fractured echoes. I dig for a name under the shadow of this feeling; the intention is sparkling but I am incapable of disturbing the silence. I am at peace and I wonder not why. A sense of possibility is caressing my skin. I am covered in myriads of roses and pleasant smells. The window is not even open.
- Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary (via volaream)

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padmme:

Knud Andreassen Baade - The Storm 1879

padmme:

Knud Andreassen Baade - The Storm 1879

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theartofanimation:

Ella Du Cane

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My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
- Anonymous (via wnq-writers)

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sickpage:

Silvia SalaFog in Venice, 2012

sickpage:

Silvia Sala
Fog in Venice, 2012

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fancitaste:

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Where are those old friends with whom in years gone by I felt so closely united? Now it seems as if we belonged to different worlds, and no longer spoke the same language! Like a stranger and an outcast, I move among them—not one of their words or looks reaches me any longer. I am dumb for no one understands my speech—ah, but they never did understand me! It is terrible to be condemned to silence when one has so much to say.

Was I made for solitude or for a life in which there was no one to whom I could speak? The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness. Difference is a mask which is more ironbound than any iron mask.
- Friedrich Nietzsche, letter to his sister (1886)  (via c-ovet)

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underthesymmetree:

Fibonacci you crazy bastard….

As seen in the solar system (by no ridiculous coincidence), Earth orbits the Sun 8 times in the same period that Venus orbits the Sun 13 times! Drawing a line between Earth & Venus every week results in a spectacular FIVE side symmetry!!

Lets bring up those Fibonacci numbers again: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34..

So if we imagine planets with Fibonacci orbits, do they create Fibonacci symmetries?!

You bet!! Depicted here is a:

  • 2 sided symmetry (5 orbits x 3 orbits)
  • 3 sided symmetry (8 orbits x 5 orbits)
  • sided symmetry (13 orbits x 8 orbits) - like Earth & Venus
  • sided symmetry (21 orbits x 13 orbits)

I wonder if relationships like this exist somewhere in the universe….

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gothic-culture:

The “White Lady” at Zentralfriedhof, Vienna Photo by: Marcus Propostus

gothic-culture:

The “White Lady” at Zentralfriedhof, Vienna
Photo by: Marcus Propostus

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I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via splitterherzen)

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corrupted-teens:

Do you ever feel people staring at you and you like forget how to walk

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There is always something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul.
- The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via normalhumanparanoia)