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Multiple exposure photographs, Stephanie Jung

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Multiple exposure photographs, Stephanie Jung

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise ErdrichThe Painted Drum (via atavus)
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Fire Starter (by Stephen Beadles)

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Fire Starter (by Stephen Beadles)

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S-Bend (ii) (by fjny)

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S-Bend (ii) (by fjny)

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Haruki MurakamiSputnik Sweetheart (via atavus)
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good morning (by mudpig)

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good morning (by mudpig)

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Day 118/365 by tu.do

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Day 118/365 by tu.do

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The Fading Light of the Empire State pt. 2 by RBudhu

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The Fading Light of the Empire State pt. 2 by RBudhu

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I Can’t Quite See Up Your Swimsuit, Which Is Good Because If I Could It Would Ruin An Otherwise Awesome Photo (by Jeremy Lusk)

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I Can’t Quite See Up Your Swimsuit, Which Is Good Because If I Could It Would Ruin An Otherwise Awesome Photo (by Jeremy Lusk)

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
Chuck PalahniukFight Club (via atavus)