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life is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value

likeafieldmouse:

Hedda Selder

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fairycastle:

Enduring by Thuyhn on Flickr.

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Rabiscograma, Larice Barbossa

1. & 2. Fotos de Alide Dara

3. & 4. Fotos de Barbara Carneiro

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Tiny Tattoos, Austin Tott

American photographer Austin Tott has captured a series of images that match miniature, hand-drawn body art to backgrounds from which they draw visual reference. Tiny tattoos are outlined onto the surface of a wrist, penned on the skin in black ink.

Illustrating small-scale bicycles, little trees and envelopes onto the arm, Tott then holds up the hand amongst various landscapes, sets and scenes, which thematically parallel each drawing. 

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definitelydope:

Broken Flower (by Andrea Peipe)

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"Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic — decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity."

Louise Erdrich, from Original Fire: Advice To Myself (via violentwavesofemotion)

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so calm the oceans underneath your eyes, because with these hands i can change the tide. today, it’s okay.

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"You think ‘okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst,’ but you hold out that small hope, see and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."

Joyland, Stephen King (via satans-ghost)

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definitelydope:

Cobwebs and light leaks. (by GraceAdams)

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