nevver:

Pattern recognition, Klaus Leidorf

(Source: leidorf.de)

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Don’t let your hearts grow numb.
Albert Schweitzer (via misswallflower) ()
I think, therefore I am is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches. I feel, therefore I am is a truth much more universally valid, and it applies to everything that’s alive. My self does not differ substantially from yours in terms of its thought. Many people, few ideas: we all think more or less the same, and we exchange, borrow, steal thoughts from one another. However, when someone steps on my foot, only I feel the pain. The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings. While it suffers, not even a cat can doubt its unique and uninterchangeable self. In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self. Suffering is the university of egocentrism.
Milan Kundera, Immortality (via fuckyeahexistentialism) ()

Lecture on Nothing, John Cage

Lecture on Nothing, John Cage

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One/Million Stories

theclairvoyancecollective:

I need conversation.

The problem with strangers is that they don’t come with a promise, but I’m reaching out.

You’re not just “A” stranger, you’re MY stranger; and in this fateful communion may we both find solace, familiarity and unbound connection.

Every new experience, be it good or bad, creates a new limitation or inhibition that occupies precious mind space. The less mind space we’re left with, the less we’re capable of adventure or maneuver. Fear dominates and bitter acid burns our throats.

Fear evolves and feeds on itself and the only thing you could still rely on is your instinct. But your instinct is no longer an inborn impulse; no longer free from prejudice, from decay. It’s bruised and biased, just like you. Your instinct failed you time and again; so little faith you have left in it.

In case you’re wondering if you’re in this alone, just know that all stories stem from one another and pour into each other. All stories are one.

Rid yourself of that mind clutter and baggage. Create more space for yourself and for potential; for new stories. Bring yourself back to that blissful state of naught, when you were devoid of experience and your page was blank. Be pristine again. Have no judgment and fear no judgment.

All strangers are mine and we’re all lurking within tomorrow; an idiom for life, a feast for the heart.  

Look a stranger in the eye and say “Bare your heart to mine; I’m most warm when you’re naked”.


By Kamal

(Source: theclairvoyancecollective)

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theclairvoyancecollective:

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Will come a time,
when reason would no longer carry its weight
and logic would hide in bedlam’s shame;
when wisdom would be sought from the lips of tongue-less ghosts
and will would be tangled in a spider-less web;
when your prayers would sound like an atheist’s evensong
and your screams wouldn't echo in your bottomless cracks;
when blame would be as ablaze as the ardor of a child
and promise as dead as an orphan’s eye;
when holes would fashion the perfect vestment
;
when there w
ould be no miles left to run.

Will come a time,
when time would bare its void, petty moments
and strip down to an account-less whole.

But on the brim of the starless sky heeds a pensive mother, a watchful father.
"Cui bono?" you’d cry in woe.
"I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee…..” a voice shall answer.

Will come a time,
when you’d be devotedly going nowhere
and epiphany
would gracefully follow.


And then


You shall run as if from the heart of the ripest sun
and breathe as if from a third lung;
and if you ain’t got a name, it shall grant you one.
You shall look in the mirror with a weary fervent heart
and shake hands with the stranger that you had become.


And you shall
lust for your life,

feast on your being;
for once again, the time has come to be someone’s child.


By @maksedout

(Source: theclairvoyancecollective)

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Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: capellinis, via calebaffleck)

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Most people are heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.
Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via likeafieldmouse) ()
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Leo Tolstoy
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