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❝ Death twitches my ear;
‘Live,’ he says…
‘I’m coming.’

— Virgil  (via mirroir)

(Source: ifallontragedy)

ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.”

urgetocreate:

Edward Hopper, House at Dusk, 1935
❝ You gotta keep the step. You gotta limber up. You gotta loosen what you bolted down. You gotta use all you got. We know you’re tired, tired and scared. Happens to everyone, okay? Just don’t let your feet stop.

— Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via whyallcaps)

(Source: stxxz.us)

the60sbazaar:

Jane Fonda photographed by Dennis Hopper 
❝ Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.

— Unknown (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

paintedout:

To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.Cy Twombly