Man Ray - 1935 Hands Painted by Picasso
We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
(Source: a-dangerous-mind, via noirdivision)
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
(via c0untessbathory)
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath…
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an awakening to the occult // images from an outsider;
