I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
Jack Kerouac (via o-r-p-h-i-c)

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valuska:

#1 for Prudence
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway  (via fawun)

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inneroptics:

Eikoh Hosoe 
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Jack Kerouac (via fra-gility)

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I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.
Anna Akhmatova, from The Akhmatova Journals (via violentwavesofemotion)
Consume me.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via c-ovet)

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« Je ne veux pas du pouvoir, je veux seulement l'art, l'art et la passion. »
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