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Slant your head to see the hologram
"Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?"
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?"
D.H. Lawrence (via earlyfrost)
(Source: serialstranger, via hamletmaschine)
"I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it will be. I want it to have not a single graceful curve nor to be slightly bent toward evening but a hitherto unseen beauty. Lovely because of the danger which works away at it, overwhelms it, undermines it. Oh let me be only utter beauty. I shall go quickly or slowly and I shall dare what must be dared. I shall destroy appearances. The casings will burn away and one evening I shall appear there in the palm of your hand, quiet and pure like a
glass statuette. You will see me and all about me there will be nothing left."
Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal (via jobefish)
(via hamletmaschine)
"Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it."
David Foster Wallace (via synaloepha)
(Source: entropicarus, via synaloepha)
