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daviuniverseme:


“My soul is so heavy that no thought can carry it any longer, no wing beat can lift it up into the ether any more. If it is moved, it merely skims along the ground, just as birds fly low when a thunderstorm is blowing up. Over my inner being broods an oppressiveness, an anxiety, that forebodes an earthquake.”
—Søren Kierkegaard, from Either/Or, Part I: Kierkegaard’s Writings, vol. 3 (Princeton University Press, 1987, originally published in 1843)
traceloops:

two more GIFs joined the 100,000 note club
daviuniverseme:


But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
— Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1990)
vital1tyscape:

untitled by Karina Y on Flickr.