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Astronauta
I got lost while chasing stars and now I feel I'm at the orbit of the earth just floating there by myself, would you come find me?
dont forget to love
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Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
- Natalie Goldberg (via hellanne)
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El deseo siempre expresa una falta. Una cascada. Un dique roto. Una boca que espera morir ahogada en la inundación.
- Sed, Emily Roberts (via poesianoerestu)
amaneceresdespiertos: “Y pase lo que pase, seguirán amándose, porque los encuentros no se eligen, sino que se aceptan como un destino y cuando ocurren, son para siempre” Dacia Maraini.- “El tren de la última noche” (Foto Kai Ziehl)
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It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.
- Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)
the-library-and-step-on-it: FROM THE VAULTS: Southern Gothic As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. And when I would have to look at them day after day, each with his and her secret and selfish thought, and blood strange to each other blood and strange to mine, and think that this seemed to be the only way I could get ready to stay dead, I would hate my father for having ever planted me. Complete Stories, Flannery O’Connor You can do one thing or you can do another, kill a man or take a tire off his car, because sooner or later you’re going to forget what it was you done and just be punished for it. The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind? Other Voices, Other Rooms, Truman Capote But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world’s ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart. Child of God, Cormac McCarthy Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he’d never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death. A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains. Beloved, Toni Morrison There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind—wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.
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Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.
- Unknown (via larmoyante)
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astridavila:

el otro es una ficción, y en tanto ficción aparece infinito a los ojos de la razón, que es en sí misma limitada y trivial. el otro es ilimitado, incognoscible y enigmático porque sigue las leyes de la invención. la relación que se establece con el objeto del deseo no es muy diferente a la que se establece con el producto estético (literario): sólo en la medida en que el artista se desprende de su obra (el otro) ésta aprende a permanecer.  

 

¿qué determina la espera del ser deseado? ¿qué me ancla a mi centro (la soledad) o que me expulsa violentamente de él (la búsqueda del otro)? barthes escribe: El ser que espero no es real. El otro viene allí donde yo lo espero, allí donde yo lo he creado ya. Y si no viene lo alucino: la espera es un delirio.  

 

el deseo es alucinación.

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ERRABUNDEO. Aunque todo amor sea vivido como único y aunque el sujeto rechace la idea de repetirlo más tarde en otra parte, sorprende a veces en él una suerte de difusión del deseo amoroso; comprende entonces que está condenado a errar hasta la muerte, de amor en amor.
- Roland Barthes - Fragmentos de un discurso amoroso (via astridavila)
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astridavila:

el amor te lleva al límite porque te enfrenta a la imposibilidad de asir al otro.

también porque te refleja bifurcado, condenado por las incertidumbres de la razón y la contingencia del deseo. el amor te somete porque tu cuerpo se vuelve un minúsculo punto de carne palpitante en la vastedad del firmamento.

el amor te lleva al límite porque te demuestra la perplejidad de tu propia sombra, quiebra tu voluntad y, en lugar de acercarte al otro, te devuelve a tu propia niebla, te hace solo, introspecto o abandonado.

y entonces, solo entonces, el amor te lleva al límite porque te convierte en ese otro que jamás pudiste asir.

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Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
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(Source: accountedfor)
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You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you. Too far, and they abandon you.
- (via letnahc)

(Source: ryannxp)

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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
- E.E. Cummings (via larmoyante)
List of Words To Know #17

larmoyante:

Words to know that don’t exist in the English language (part V)

Jugaad (Hindi) - a way of making things happen by minimal resources

Commuovere (Italian) - a heartwarming story that has moved you to affectionate tears

Alaláw (Quechua) - an exclamation that people say when they feel cold

Přizabít se (Czech) - used in colloquial terms when referring to a situation in which someone was very close to dying; literally translated as “to nearly kill oneself”

Naz (Urdu) - pride and assurance that arises from knowing you are loved; knowing that no matter what you do, you will always be loved

Koi no yokan (Japanese) - the sense when meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love; differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable

La douleur exquise (French) - the excruciating pain experienced when wanting someone you cannot have

Yuanfen (Chinese) - a relationship by fate or destiny

Botellón (Spanish) - a gathering in which youths meet to consume alcohol

Retrouvailles (French) - the joy experienced after meeting again after being apart for a long time