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"I have this dream every night. Even when I can’t remember it the next morning. I know it was there,..."

Sat, 05 Feb 2011 11:00:06 -0300

“I have this dream every night. Even when I can’t remember it the next morning. I know it was there, like the depression a lover’s head leaves on the pillow next to you after she’s left. I dream not of growing old with her, but of never growing old, either of us. She never leaves me, and I never leave her. It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.”

- J.S. Foer (via recycled-words)

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Mon, 31 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

banksystreetart: Downtown, Los Angeles

Sun, 30 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

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Downtown, Los Angeles

"Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and..."

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

“Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.”

- The Idiot (via witchseason) (via dostoyevsky) (via fuckyeahexistentialism, milkyeyed)

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Fri, 28 Jan 2011 11:05:07 -0300

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Thu, 27 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

"What is called resignation is confirmed desperation."

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 11:05:07 -0300

“What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.”

- Henry David Thoreau (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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Mon, 24 Jan 2011 12:20:06 -0300

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Sun, 23 Jan 2011 11:00:07 -0300

"No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to..."

Sat, 22 Jan 2011 11:00:07 -0300

“No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from the horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”

- David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster: And Other Essays (via: mianoti & ohnonotme)

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Fri, 21 Jan 2011 03:22:07 -0300

"Perdiendo tiempo en la esquina, hay una chica filipina. No tiene sueños, ni dueño, ni sueldo, acaba..."

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:06:51 -0300

“Perdiendo tiempo en la esquina, hay una chica filipina. No tiene sueños, ni dueño, ni sueldo, acaba de llegar desde Manila.”

- Andrés Calamaro, Perdiendo el tiempo

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Sun, 16 Jan 2011 16:30:58 -0300

"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it..."

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 11:01:06 -0300

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

- Charles Bukowski (via mahrye)

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Thu, 13 Jan 2011 11:07:06 -0300

"No es que no te crea, es que las cosas han cambiado un poco."

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

“No es que no te crea, es que las cosas han cambiado un poco.”

- Fito Páez, Tres agujas

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Tue, 11 Jan 2011 11:01:07 -0300

"The only obsession everyone wants: Love. People think that in falling in love they make themselves..."

Mon, 10 Jan 2011 11:00:06 -0300

“The only obsession everyone wants: Love. People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.”

- Philip Roth, The Dying Animal (via skyisland)

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Sun, 09 Jan 2011 11:01:06 -0300

"Al hombre que, basándose en este informe, invente una máquina capaz de reunir las presencias..."

Sat, 08 Jan 2011 11:00:07 -0300

“Al hombre que, basándose en este informe, invente una máquina capaz de reunir las presencias disgregadas, haré una súplica. Búsquenos a Faustine y a mí, hágame entrar en el cielo de la conciencia de Faustine. Será un acto piadoso.”

- Adolfo Bioy Casares, La invención de Morel