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π
Aug 28, 2014 / 69 notes

martemeyes:

π

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greenwoodroad:

Afterlife
Aug 26, 2014 / 41 notes

greenwoodroad:

Afterlife

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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 / 49,959 notes

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway (via thefaultinourspoons)

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Aug 16, 2014 / 3,464 notes
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viα wachsein: A hidden garden in the rooftop of an old building at the corner of Filopoimenos and Riga Ferraiou streets in the city of Patras in Greece. | source
Aug 12, 2014 / 48,513 notes

viα wachsein: A hidden garden in the rooftop of an old building at the corner of Filopoimenos and Riga Ferraiou streets in the city of Patras in Greece. | source

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Aug 12, 2014 / 18 notes
Aug 11, 2014 / 59,976 notes

They don’t make it.

The beautiful die in flame—
sucide pills, rat poison, rope
whatever…

The beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.

They don’t make it.

The beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

Aug 11, 2014 / 2,090 notes
slatkorecivi:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.
Aug 11, 2014 / 71,687 notes

slatkorecivi:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

Aug 11, 2014 / 108,013 notes

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Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.
The Hours (2002) dir. by Stephen Daldry (via violentwavesofemotion)
Aug 11, 2014 / 602 notes
It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Aug 9, 2014 / 500 notes
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