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"I wouldn’t mind dying in a plane crash. It’d be a good way to go. I don’t want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD…I want to feel what it’s like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don’t want to miss it."

Jim Morrison (via theskullsofbuddha)

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amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
- Anna Karina

amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."

- Anna Karina

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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

— Charles Bukowski (via juiceboxes)

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chaboneobaiarroyoallende:

Fassbinder
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graveyarddust:

Urban Druid performing spirit sorcery in park, around year 1900.

graveyarddust:

Urban Druid performing spirit sorcery in park, around year 1900.

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"Being solitary is being alone well: being alone immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement."

— ~Alice Koller (via artpropelled)

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magictransistor:

Jean Dubuffet

magictransistor:

Jean Dubuffet

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magictransistor:

John Lee Hooker. Hobo Blues. American Folk Blues Festival. 1967.

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"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love with heart and soul,
There is no such thing as separation."

Rumi (via apoetreflects)

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"Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing,
the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting."

— Jorge Luis Borges (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

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