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Boxing serves as a mottled lens unto the bifurcated human heart whose one true nature is to break apart.
How can you live for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship… and DANCING. - Eve

Only Lovers Left Alive.

Folk Song.

Every true poet is a monster.
He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves.
Tomaž Šalamun, from “Folk Song,” trans. Charles Simic.

"Cosmopolis".

Vija Kinsky: What is the flaw of human rationality?

Eric Packer: What?

Vija Kinsky: It pretends not to see the horror and death at the end of the schemes it builds. This is a protest against the future. They won’t hold off the future. They want to normalize it, keep it from overwhelms the present. The future is always a wholeness, a sameness, we’re all tall and happy there. This is why the future fails. It can never be the cool and happy place we want to make it.

True Detective.

Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with her, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you…you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just– you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and– and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be… that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But I– that is not what this is.
– How I Met Your Mother.
Libros que leer.

Libros que leer.

Te tengo entre ceja y ceja. #Frida #México #Artesanía

Te tengo entre ceja y ceja. #Frida #México #Artesanía

Boxing serves as a mottled lens unto the bifurcated human heart whose one true nature is to break apart.
How can you live for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship… and DANCING. - Eve

Only Lovers Left Alive.

Folk Song.

Every true poet is a monster.
He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves.
Tomaž Šalamun, from “Folk Song,” trans. Charles Simic.

"Cosmopolis".

Vija Kinsky: What is the flaw of human rationality?

Eric Packer: What?

Vija Kinsky: It pretends not to see the horror and death at the end of the schemes it builds. This is a protest against the future. They won’t hold off the future. They want to normalize it, keep it from overwhelms the present. The future is always a wholeness, a sameness, we’re all tall and happy there. This is why the future fails. It can never be the cool and happy place we want to make it.

True Detective.

Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with her, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you…you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just– you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and– and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be… that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But I– that is not what this is.
– How I Met Your Mother.
Libros que leer.

Libros que leer.

Te tengo entre ceja y ceja. #Frida #México #Artesanía

Te tengo entre ceja y ceja. #Frida #México #Artesanía

"This is a tale of woe. This is a tale of sorrow. A love denied, a love restored, to live beyond tomorrow. Lest we think silence is the place to hide a heavy heart, remember, to love and be loved is life itself without which we are nought."
"Boxing serves as a mottled lens unto the bifurcated human heart whose one true nature is to break apart."
"And I’m definitely not like you. That empathy you claim is a lie because all you are is society’s morality police whose duty is to erase my obscenity from the surface of the earth so that the Bourgeoisie won’t feel sick. I’m not like you. I am a nymphomaniac and I love myself for being one, but above all, I love my cunt and my filthy, dirty lust."
"How can you live for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship… and DANCING. - Eve"
Folk Song.
"Cosmopolis".
"Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with her, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you…you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just– you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and– and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be… that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But I– that is not what this is."

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