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Lunar eclipse/ PERSPOLIS/ Fārs/ Iran Photographer: amir sadeghian

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“I bought a typewriter today and Ben hates it“ 

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Meirl

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The eye of the storm #pascalcampion

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On the whole, men are more good than bad; that, however, isn’t the real point. But they are more or less ignorant, and it is this that we call vice or virtue; the most incorrigible vice being that of an ignorance that fancies it knows everything and therefore claims for itself the right to kill. The soul of the murderer is blind; and there can be no true goodness nor true love without the utmost clear-sightedness.

Albert Camus, The Plague (via intellectualpoaching)

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P∆LM TRIP ‘92

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The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to simple, authentic and refined sensations, a license given to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.

Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog (via intellectualpoaching)

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when he asks if youre ready for anal after deepthroating him

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Michael Whelan