The Composition

Ask me anything   25, Queer, Trans*

"I really believe that if the political leaders of the world could see their planet from a distance of 100,000 miles their outlook could be fundamentally changed. That all-important border would be invisible, that noisy argument silenced. The tiny globe would continue to turn, serenely ignoring its subdivisions, presenting a unified facade that would cry out for unified understanding, for homogeneous treatment. The earth must become as it appears: blue and white, not capitalist or Communist; blue and white, not rich or poor; blue and white, not envious or envied."
Michael Collins. Apollo 11 astronaut (via purplebuddhaproject)

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brotherstories:

"Morning Lady"- Gregory Alan Isakov

October songs that make your bones feel brittle- reminders that the sun goes down a little too early, all those bright leaves eventually fall, and someone will inevitably let go of your hand.

The older Isakov songs do this to me. Ah hell. All Isakov songs do this to me. Gregory, you dog.

Cheers.

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"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."
Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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"I’m forever torn between home and the illusion of home"
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martinekenblog:

A Maldives Beach Awash in Bioluminescent Phytoplankton Looks Like an Ocean of Stars

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"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

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"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for awhile? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it that no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"
Don DeLillo, White Noise (via bitchesarebitches)

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tat-art:

Louis Garrel reads Franny and Zooey in Dans Paris(2006)

tat-art:

Louis Garrel reads Franny and Zooey in Dans Paris(2006)

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"No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest."
Ilse Lehiste (via septiemeyuu)

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tomasramon:

Vivian Maier: Who Took Nanny’s Pictures (Jill Nicholls, 2013)

tomasramon:

Vivian Maier: Who Took Nanny’s Pictures (Jill Nicholls, 2013)

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