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I like food, sex, art, music and books. And serving couches. I'm old enough not to play video games like a little kid but I still do. That is all.

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“ I experience alternately two nights; one bad and one good. Most often I am in the very darkness of my desire; I know not what it wants, good itself is an evil to me, everything resounds, I live between blows, my head ringing; I am blinded by attachment to things and emotions. But sometimes too, it is another night; I think quite calmly about the other, as the other is; I suspend any interpretation; I enter into the night of non meaning; desire continues to vibrate (the darkness is transluminous), but there is nothing I want to grasp; this is the Night of non-profit, of subtle, invisible expenditure: I am here, sitting simply and calmly in the dark interior of love. Roland Barthes. A Lover’s Discourse (via violentwavesofemotion)

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bitchyandpink:

perfect

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conceptualsensitivity:

Edward Ruscha
I PLEAD INSANITY BECAUSE I’M JUST CRAZY ABOUT THAT LITTLE GIRL 1976
Pastel on paper
support: 578 x 730 mm

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Vapor Slide, 2007 (by Soo Sunny Park)

(Source: from89)

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23/30

scottholzmanpoetry:

love is a car parked
at an expired meter
on a tree-lined street

the trees drop blossoms
and cover the vehicle
in purple petals

and we call it love.
it’s so fucking beautiful…
we must call it love.

(via swinters)

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littlechien:

littlechien via lustik

lustik:

Q-TA via Paper Trumpets

Artists on tumblr

(via lasansvisage)

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“

Την άτιμη την σκάλα σαν κατέβαινα,
από την πόρτα έμπαινες, και μια στιγμή
είδα το άγνωστό σου πρόσωπο και με είδες.
Έπειτα κρύφθηκα να μη με ξαναδείς, και συ
πέρασες γρήγορα το πρόσωπό σου κρύβοντας,
και χώθηκες στο άτιμο το σπίτι μέσα
όπου την ηδονή δεν θά ’βρες, καθώς δεν την βρήκα.

Κι όμως τον έρωτα που ήθελες τον είχα να σ’ τον δώσω·
τον έρωτα που ήθελα — τα μάτια σου με το ’παν
τα κουρασμένα καί ύποπτα — είχες να με τον δώσεις.
Τα σώματά μας αισθανθήκαν και γυρεύονταν·
το αίμα και το δέρμα μας ενόησαν.

Aλλά κρυφθήκαμε κ’ οι δυο μας ταραγμένοι.

K.Π. Καβάφης
(via coma-whit4)

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