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; ultraviolence bracelet charms
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Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Francis Danby, 1832
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Vogue US June 1996 - Kate Moss by Bruce Weber
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ko shibasaki in battle royale (2000) dir. by kinji fukasaku
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“orphic”
— (ˈɔr fɪk),  adjective | Categorized as something deeply mysterious, orphic encompasses anything, which is enchanting, subliminal and beyond human comprehension. (via ancient-serpent)
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Kiko Mizuhara for Paloma Wool Los Angeles pop up installation
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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“I think of love as being at the edges of consciousness, a kind of unsourced resonance that, once there, ends up being gathered, as a rain storm, in mind as dream, as pleasure, as delightful. But like a dream, it can be fuzzy and easily forgotten once one awakens from sleep. One has to have a sense for it, has to be open to it still lingering after the moment of being awakened. You have to trace what happened in the dream by the mood it leaves with you, by the mood that remains, and mood becomes the occasion for movement and withdrawal into the thought of the dream.”
— from Ashon Crawley in conversation with Elleza Kelley
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Natalia Kovachevski, Self Portrait, n/d.
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