Flora Stieglitz Strauss (circa 1915) photographed by Alfred Stieglitz.
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The Gibson Girl
“ Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Charlotte Brontë
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Zielschmerz
OHMYGOD THIS THIS THIS THIIISSSSSSSSS RIGHT NOW FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS AND FOR ALL FORESEEABLE FUTURES.
n. the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.
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She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
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Nick Cave
Jon “Sergio” Hamm grinding on Justin Bieber, from SNL’s 100th digital short. You’re welcome. (Thanks to rocketsandrayguns for finding this.)
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“ What usually has the strongest psychic effect on the child is the life which the parents have not lived.
Carl Jung (via tsuru-aesthetic)
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El niño que fui…
El niño que fui llora en la calle.
Lo dejé allí cuando llegué a ser quien soy,
Pero ahora, viendo que soy nada,
Quiero buscar a quien fui donde quedó.
Fernando Pessoa. “ Poesías Inéditas”.
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A criança que fui chora na estrada.
Deixei-a ali quando vim ser quem sou;
Mas hoje, vendo que o que sou é nada,
Quero ir buscar quem fui onde ficou.
