The Clairvoyance Collective: [[[!! ANNOUNCEMENT !!]]]

theclairvoyancecollective:

Ladies, gentlemen, aliens and beings of indeterminate origin, The Clairvoyance Collective is pleased to announce that we’re looking for people to join its illustrious and highly dynamic group of really cool dudes (dude is a gender-neutral term. We checked.)

Basically, WE WANT YOU TO WRITE FOR US…

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blwf: New Zealand

blwf:

New Zealand

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nevver: It’s not you

nevver:

It’s not you

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nevver: Rumi

nevver:

Rumi

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(Source: sn00zy, via whiskeyinthewoods)

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But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Albert Camus

(Source: vanished, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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Antiepithalamia

Antiepithalamia

(Source: nevver)

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Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
Friedrich Nietzsche

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

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I love you more than my own skin.
Frida Kahlo

(Source: larmoyante, via nirvikalpa-deactivated20130416)

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Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Pablo Neruda

(Source: routesix, via nirvikalpa-deactivated20130416)

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Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
Jack Kerouac

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

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i’m just wondering would it be okay if i tell you softly and in passing

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VoCE’ presents portraits inspired by Picasso’s cubist paintings by Madrid, Spain-based photographer Eugenio Recuenco.

(Source: vocehaircare, via reginasworld)

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The Clairvoyance Collective: #162252

12:33 AM
Well, it seems to me I have emptied my mind of all thoughts, and emotions.

What is left then of us when rid of both thought and feeling but the palpable vibration of an entity yet unknown?

I believe it is the breath of the Universe.


12:34 AM
An accentuated feeling of separation.


Put your two hands in front of one another.

See that space in between? Feel that space in between?
Duplicate that negative space.
Multiply it.
Multiply it by a thousand
then by a million.
Feel that empty space?
Feel that empty space between our bodies?
Between everyone’s bodies?
Feel the tension of the atoms in the air so…real?
And solid?
Do you feel that?
This is how I feel.
All the time.
All the fucking time.

12:42 AM
Tell me again; why are we so fascinated with the idea of remembrance?
We do everything in our power to cling to something, and make it last forever.
Stupid.
Against all currents of nature, we cling.

Teach us, oh grand one.
Write to document your precious little life. Autobiographies filling up shelves to no end in bookstores.
The grand scenario of the life of another.
Another one.
And another one.
And another one.

And don’t forget.
Take photographs. Tons of photographs.
And save these text messages. And emails.
Please.
Don’t forget.

Don’t forget because my ego would not take it.
To be forgotten.
That would kill me.

Don’t forget because I’m a part of your history, of who you’ve become.
You cannot forget what a precious role I played in your precious little life.
I mean, I would not, could not take that.
That would kill me.

Don’t forget because I’m your baggage. We’ve been together for so long, I bet you don’t even remember who you were before having me around. You’d be lost without me. And that scares you shitless.
So don’t forget.

Don’t forget because that’s the only thing you have control over.
Forcing yourself to remember.
Making sure you’d remember.
Gasping at the idea of someone forgetting.
Being absolutely hurt that someone has forgotten.
Forgotten you.

Holy underwear.
That can’t be right.

That would kill you.


12:52 AM
You know what’s the worst part of it all?
Nothing surprises me anymore.

I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
And no alarms and no surprises

Surprise me.

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(via lemon2jul)

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