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Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:49:58 -0500

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4velas: Feliz Navidades a todos los paisanos !

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 20:42:17 -0500

4velas:

Feliz Navidades a todos los paisanos !

"A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it..."

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 12:29:19 -0500

“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”

- JOAN DIDION

Miss b Gomez

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 12:28:54 -0500

Miss b Gomez

miss betsy walton

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 16:50:48 -0500

miss betsy walton

All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 16:09:51 -0400

All houses wherein men have lived and died

Are haunted houses. Through the open doors

The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,

With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,

Along the passages they come and go,

Impalpable impressions on the air,

A sense of something moving to and fro.

There are more guests at table than the hosts

Invited; the illuminated hall

Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,

As silent as the pictures on the wall.

The stranger at my fireside cannot see

The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;

He but perceives what is; while unto me

All that has been is visible and clear.

We have no title-deeds to house or lands;

Owners and occupants of earlier dates

From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,

And hold in mortmain still their old estates.

The spirit-world around this world of sense

Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere

Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense

A vital breath of more ethereal air.

Our little lives are kept in equipoise

By opposite attractions and desires;

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,

And the more noble instinct that aspires.

These perturbations, this perpetual jar

Of earthly wants and aspirations high,

Come from the influence of an unseen star

An undiscovered planet in our sky.

And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud

Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,

Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd

Into the realm of mystery and night,—

So from the world of spirits there descends

A bridge of light, connecting it with this,

O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,

Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

genova line.

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 16:49:22 -0400

genova line.

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Sun, 02 Sep 2012 19:45:36 -0400

ruinista.com

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 19:43:12 -0400

ruinista.com

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:13:52 -0400

"If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a..."

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 19:50:35 -0400

“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business because we’d be cynical: It’s gonna go wrong… Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.””

- Ray Bradbury

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Thu, 09 Aug 2012 23:05:26 -0400

hoodoothatvoodoo: Erté Blossom Umbrella

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 23:04:32 -0400

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Erté

Blossom Umbrella

agathasattic: René Magritte, The Blank Cheque, 1965

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 20:22:57 -0400

agathasattic:

René Magritte, The Blank Cheque, 1965

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Thu, 05 Jul 2012 15:44:43 -0400

http://www.falsearms.com

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:43:33 -0400

http://www.falsearms.com

via sugarpie project

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:41:33 -0400

via sugarpie project

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Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:55:16 -0400

"I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside...."

Sun, 20 May 2012 12:57:00 -0400

“I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, “Hi.” They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.”

- Augusten Burroughs

"One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things."

Mon, 14 May 2012 17:17:44 -0400

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”

- Henry Miller