soracities:

I am a psychological and historical structure. Along with existence, I received a way of existing, or a style. All of my actions and thoughts are related to this structure, and even a philosopher’s thought is merely a way of making explicit his hold upon the world, which is all he is. And yet, I am free, not in spite of or beneath these motivations, but rather by their means. For that meaningful life, that particular signification of nature and history that I am, does not restrict my access to the world; it is rather my means of
communication with it.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception (from At the Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell)

soracities:

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards. And if one thinks over that proposition it becomes more and more evident that life can never really be understood in time because at no particular moment can I find the necessary
resting-place from which to understand it.

Søren Kierkegaard, from At the Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell

soracities:

(My spirit is one uninterrupted wound.)ALT

Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the Mountain, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Valentina Coe) [ID’d]

soracities:

Thus upon feathers I go, towards the door behind which is: deathALT

Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poems for Blok, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID’d]

aqua-regia009:

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Storm on the Azov Sea (Detail), 1887.
Oil on canvas
Ivan Aivazovsky (Russian-Armenian, 1817-1900)

cabinporn:
“A small houseboat named Sneci on Lake Tisza in Hungary. 
Designed by @benetamas_works Photographs by @studio_meter More photos on @cabinporn.
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cabinporn:

A small houseboat named Sneci on Lake Tisza in Hungary. 
Designed by @benetamas_works Photographs by @studio_meter More photos on @cabinporn.

typewriter-worries:

orpheuslament:

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Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

[ Text ID: As you lay dying, I asked, What is your biggest regret? / Every kindness withheld, you said. / Every flicker of pleasure denied, you said. / Look, you said, sunlight. ]

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