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The names of those killed by racism and police brutality are written along Chicago Avenue in Minneapolis, where #GeorgeFloyd was suffocated by police.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/history/2020/06/to-enact-change-world-we-must-protest/#/why-protests-matter-2.jpg

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You think about yourself too much,” he said and smiled. “And that gives you a strange fatigue that makes you shut off the world around you and cling to your arguments. Therefore, all you have is problems.

Carlos Castaneda, A Separate Reality  

(via talesofpassingtime)

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Let my solitude not destroy me. Let my solitude keep me company. Give me the courage to face myself.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida (via weltenwellen)

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As a child, the monsters would sneak into your closet during a soundless midnight. Today, they have grown comfortable within the barricades of your troubled mind. They are louder than you remember.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

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Nature is God by  Alaiaorax

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You saw what you wanted to see, focusing on one jagged piece and missing the mosaic’s intricacy.

Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars (via noorshirazie)

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It is true, as someone has said, that in A world without heaven all is farewell. Whether you wave your hand or not,

Mark Strand, from “XVI,” Dark Harbor: A Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994)

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What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.

T.S. Eliot, from section I of “Burnt Norton,” Four Quartets (Mariner Books, 1968)

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We are surrounded by poetry on all sides…

Vincent van Gogh (via quotemadness)

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from Solmaz Sharif’s “Near Transitive Properties of the Political and Poetical: Erasure”

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Judith Butler from Precarious Life (full text here)

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I fell in love with quotes at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that someone else is able to unknowingly express my thoughts when I’m at a loss for words; it has me wasting hours on the simple thought that our minds must have soulmates too.

vigi-la-veris (via wnq-writers)