Art is the highest form of hope.
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Gerhard Richter (via albarrancabrera)
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
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Anaïs Nin, Fire (via larmoyante)
[The average human being] looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical awareness, inhales without awareness of odor or fragrance, and talks without thinking.
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And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
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Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via larmoyante)
