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" Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart. "
by Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)

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" I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry. "
by Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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" Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before.’ "
by Don DeLillo, White Noise (via ethelreds)

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" the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
by Charles Bukowski, Cause And Effects

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32,373 notes • 7:13 AM

anyone following me play ESO?


A boy asks his father to spiral a football over a tree
to arch it, so the ball will arrive an instant before the child.
The child dives. tendons extended, heart bucking
hands opening, to clutch what descends from the sky.
Your mother left today for the institution. If the ball
hits ground, she dies.
That December afternoon the boy’s mother passed away,
thirty-three times in the first hour.
Each time he grabbed her head from the snow and
ran it back to his father, promised to do better
and he did, he ran hard, focused, dove.

I caught my mother’s skull thirteen times in a row
and she’s still not coming home.

by Jeffrey McDaniel, 1975

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