Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all. Emily Giffin, Love the One You’re With (via wordsnquotes)

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lonequixote:

Head ~ Jean-Michel Basquiat
vegetable-soup:

cb
Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea. Georges Bataille, from Death and Sensuality (via violentwavesofemotion)

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planetvalium:

Martha Graham
lonequixote:

El Corazon
docmartn:

“I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.” -Frida Kahlo
Humans in love are terrible. You see them come hungering at one another like prehistoric wolves, you see something struggling for life in between them like a root or a soul and it flares for a moment, then they smash it. Anne Carson, Plainwater  (via mirroir)

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nemfrog:

Native American pictographs. Völkerkunde. 1885.
What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via wordsnquotes)

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Eventually you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is. Gary Zusak (via seabois)

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hoodoothatvoodoo:

Julianna Brion
art-and-fury:

Vampire Appearing In The Form of an Explosion - Bolesław Biegas