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oktobarska · 7 days
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I adore the texture of your mind
— Iris Murdoch, 1919-1999.
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oktobarska · 8 days
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It's hard enough just to be, but in addition to that I have to be myself?
I don't know why humanity as a whole is so obssessed with the concept of identity and self that you can't even live without one. People act like its not okay to just be—like it isn't enough that you're already here and existing.
What if there is no "real me"? there is no self? Just the physical body you see before you.
I am not "me". There is no "me". I am just here. Accept it.
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oktobarska · 10 days
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Okay, boys and girls. I hope someone is actually reading this. Can we just stop reposting Sylvia Plath and Pablo Neruda? Can we find something fresh? (Me too, me too) Most quotes nowadays I’ve seen 5 years ago. Are we dead???
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oktobarska · 11 days
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Selected Letters
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oktobarska · 11 days
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"Didn’t you wake up feeling that you had no future? Didn’t you walk around drained of all meaning, without the right to even the slightest danger? Didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?"
Selected Poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke
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oktobarska · 12 days
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celebrity culture is idol worship of our times
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oktobarska · 17 days
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oktobarska · 17 days
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Rilke Rainer Maria, Book of Hours
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oktobarska · 17 days
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oktobarska · 17 days
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As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh, Susan Sontag.
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oktobarska · 17 days
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Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian, Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.
Gertrud Kolmar
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Topography Study V by Charlotta Maria Hauksdottir
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oktobarska · 2 months
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''She has got to make herself vulnerable enough to be inside that container'' — Teal Swan on male containment
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oktobarska · 2 months
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''He has to demonstrate I see, I get it, I take action in your best interests. He esentially has to make trust his holy grail. You're putting yourself in somebody's hands'' — Teal Swan on male containment
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