there are people who saw you out of the corner of their eyes
when you were on your first date, when he kissed you the first time.
they don’t think about you. they never did.
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do you love me too ?
i only love my pim
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Markus Schinwald
»Dictio pii«
We are the perfume of corridors / Unfamiliarised with isolated activity / Traitors of privacy. / We are Utopian craftsmen / Scope-healed diplomats, pretty beggars / Not the product of poverty / We don’t take from anyone. / We are pillared by mild sadness and polymorphic history / Eternally skeptical, / But we believe. / We are immortal volunteers. / Living in the sensation of being everything / And the certitude of being nothing. / We are just an outline. / We disband prompted paths of a movement / Extend our bodies, / Become abysmal dancers. / Paradoxical anatomies / And a moving chant. / We are illiterates of perfection, / following the curve of belief. / Interested only in the gesture of bending. / Scaffolded postures / obscene geometry / Frozen irony. / We are deranged.
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This is how hunger begins:
The morning you wake, feeling lively,
Then begins the weakness,
Then begins the boredom;
Then comes the loss
Of the power of quick reason,
Then comes the calmness
And then begins the horror
Daniil Kharms
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Pongour Falls, Vietnam
“How wonderful! How wonderful! All things are perfect, exactly as they are.”
―Siddhartha Gautama
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Paint War
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Jose Ignacio Romussi Murphytakes vintage dance photos and embroiders terrifically coloured threads onto tutus, skirts, and sometimes the head gear too. Delightfully fun.
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Oh my god ahahaha
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thought of the day..
"Couples therapy really is about what couples aren’t doing to and with each other while they do what they’ve always done."
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“My painting is tomorrow’s painting. Watch and see.” - Forrest Bess, 1962
Forrest Bess: his name slips off the tongue and possesses such a natural symmetry that it momentarily seems impossible that he does not already exist somewhere within our subconscious collective art history....
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