What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via liquidnight)
No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
—Haruki Murakami, Sleep (via larmoyante)
(via blackcinnamon)
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
—A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via milktree)
(Source: notclarissa, via blackcinnamon)
(Source: perfectdisney, via blue-eyes-white-cabbage)
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
—Zelda Fitzgerald
(via liquidnight)
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible—-
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.
—Charles Bukowski, “Friends Within The Darkness”
From You Get So Alone at Times (via liquidnight)
(Source: dagasa, via space-cadet-out)
Anatomical designs made entirely of folded paper. By Lisa Nilsson.
Photograph by Jack Davidson
Polish artist Monika Grzymala introduced her piece Raumzeichnung (roughly “Drawing of a Room”) in the Galerie Crone in 2012. It required roughly 3 miles of tape to accomplish and is the product of hours of work and intuitive design choices made by Grzymala in the gallery itself.
photograph by Satoki Nagata
Photographs from the We Are Nature series by Christoffer Relander
