Hypotheses

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Little Star - Madonna

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theweekmagazine:

The Exclamation Comma. “Just because you’re excited about something doesn’t mean you have to end the sentence.”
That’s true.
14 Punctuation Marks You Never Knew Existed

theweekmagazine:

The Exclamation Comma. “Just because you’re excited about something doesn’t mean you have to end the sentence.”

That’s true.

14 Punctuation Marks You Never Knew Existed

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cavetocanvas:

Bah-rah, Persian Dancer - Kees van Dongen, c. 1910-12

cavetocanvas:

Bah-rah, Persian Dancer - Kees van Dongen, c. 1910-12

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Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.
Stephen Colbert  (via violacious)

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À la trop belle, Leonor Fini

À la trop belle, Leonor Fini

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Love, by Pablo Neruda

I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life/I hope there’s a kite in your hand/that’s flying all the way up to orion/and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out/I hope you’re smiling

When a place is lifeless or unreal, there is almost always a masterpiece behind it. It is so filled with the will of its maker that there is no room for its own nature. Timeless beauty cannot be made, but only generated indirectly, by the ordinary actions of the people, just as a flower cannot be made, only generated from a seed.
Christopher Alexander
fuckyeah-arthistory:

Embrace (Lovers II) - Egon Schiele, 1917

fuckyeah-arthistory:

Embrace (Lovers II) - Egon Schiele, 1917

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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
Sigmund Freud (via constellation) (via yesyes)

Leonor Fini- watercolours

Sometimes you have to be going nowhere in particular to get to where you are going. Every choice we make shapes who we are. Where ever I go there I am, and it is the experiences I’ve been through that enables me to react to my surroundings in the way that I do. So for now, I’m jumping on the bus that’s going ‘Nowhere In Particular’, I’m just going, going, going to find my way to a destination I haven’t even fathomed of, yet. I’m releasing the shackles that make me another slave to progress, but only for a little while.

Sometimes you have to be going nowhere in particular to get to where you are going. Every choice we make shapes who we are. Where ever I go there I am, and it is the experiences I’ve been through that enables me to react to my surroundings in the way that I do. So for now, I’m jumping on the bus that’s going ‘Nowhere In Particular’, I’m just going, going, going to find my way to a destination I haven’t even fathomed of, yet. I’m releasing the shackles that make me another slave to progress, but only for a little while.


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