the fault in our stars

“I would so like to let myself go, forget myself, sleep. But I can’t, I’m suffocating: existence penetrates me everywhere, through the eyes, the nose, the mouth….”

- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

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"Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s scepter, the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison."

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Wollstonecraft, 1792 (via julene)

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"Consciousness, and this is the fundamental error constituting the ultimate error of psychologism (an error to which not only all empiricists succumb but all rationalists as well), is not a psychical experience, not a network of psychical experiences, not a thing, not an appendage (state, action) to a natural object. Who will save us from the reification of consciousness? He would be the savior of philosophy, indeed, the creator of philosophy."

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Edmund Husserl in a 1910 manuscript (via apophaticrevelations)

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"Have I desires implanted in me only to make me miserable? will they never be gratified? shall I never be happy?"

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Mary Wollstonecraft: Mary: A Fiction (via hateshiploveship)

(Source: learningfromthehands, via tumbleweedofwords)

"Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear.
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you."

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Walt Whitman, “To You” (via larmoyante)

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apoetreflects:

“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”

—Pablo Picasso

"I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me."

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Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit (via larmoyante)

apoetreflects:

“I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.”

—Zelda Fitzgerald

apoetreflects:

“They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the “blaze of passion” often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.”

—Boris Pasternak, from Doctor Zhivago (Feltrinelli, 1957)

"What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?"

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Virginia Woolf, from Night and Day (Duckworth, 1919)

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