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A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious and something was hidden. Guessing what it was was a game for me. If you knew how terrible it is to know suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning elucidated the earth.Now I live in a painful planet, transparent as ice, but it is as if I had learned everything at once in seconds.My friends,my companions became women slowly, I became old in instants and everything today is bland and lucid. I know that nothing lies behind. If there was something, I would see it….

— Frida Kahlo in a letter to Alejandro Gómez Arias, (29 September 1926)

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L’altra figura (1986), Giulio Paolini

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The Low Anthem - Charlie Darwin

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I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

— Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
(via thankyoudk)

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Ryan Taylor, Ute Ploier Mens S/S 08 Paris

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killforthebill:

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

- Scheherazade, Richard Siken

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Personal Cuts (1982), Sanja Iveković

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.دموعي زرقاء من كثرة ما نظرت إلى السماء وبكيت

ــــــــ الحصار، محمد الماغوط

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Iranian women perform Friday prayers in Tehran, Vahid Salem

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When Hallaj was in prison, he was asked: “What is love?” He answered: “You will see it today and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.” And that day they cut off his hands and feet, and the next day they put him on the gallows, and the third day they gave his ashes to the wind…

ــــــــ Mystical Dimensions of Islam, Annemarie Schimmel