pensieri.
"Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having."
-E. Pound
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Q: I need an opinion from someone as wise as you: Does love know no bounds? If it does, what are those bounds? Is love worth any pain it can cause whatsoever? I'm struggling with this and in need of reassurance that loving someone is good. Thank you.
Asked by Anonymous
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mercurial-spirit:

whitegirlsaintshit:

apicturesqueplace:

wtf-sabrinaa:

She gets it.



!!!!

damn.
mercurial-spirit:

whitegirlsaintshit:

apicturesqueplace:

wtf-sabrinaa:

She gets it.



!!!!

damn.
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Clothing and Gender
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red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


These are spectacular!It seems like the animals have begun to expand/explode and they were frozen just when they were on the verge of expanding beyond recognition. 
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"Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I’ll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time."

Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable.Grove/Atlantic, 1978 (via willreadbooksformoney)

A most painfully beautiful quotation from one of my favourite novels. 

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Disembodied on a Sunday Morning
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Thought Not
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One of my favourite flowers.They remind me of the sunflower fields in Abruzzo.
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misskittystryker:


sakurasenshi:

PIGLINGS AIZGZIZGI TINY PIIIIIIGSSSSD

SO SMALL


CUTIESSSSS
misskittystryker:


sakurasenshi:

PIGLINGS AIZGZIZGI TINY PIIIIIIGSSSSD

SO SMALL


CUTIESSSSS
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