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There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

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Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

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Had these leaves reworked yesterday by @seaghmulligan. Incredibly happy with the result! The left photo is from 2009.  #tattoo #leaves #shoulder #ilm #marksofdistinction #latergram #nofilter  (at Marks Of Distinction)

Had these leaves reworked yesterday by @seaghmulligan. Incredibly happy with the result! The left photo is from 2009. #tattoo #leaves #shoulder #ilm #marksofdistinction #latergram #nofilter (at Marks Of Distinction)

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"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."

— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian.  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest."

— Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via lullabysounds)

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thebeldam:

collectiblelore:

I want to live here.
I want to read the battery of books, little by little, at my leisure.
I want to bury myself in cool blankets and patchy, patterned pillows dripping deep in the dugout nooks and crannies of this pea-fortress.
I want to rummage through every useless bit of strange junk and trinketry, musing over its purpose, its once was weirdish story, its future with me.
I want to wake up to sun spilling dawns, and step down, then out into the wilderness to wander the day.

Agreed.

thebeldam:

collectiblelore:

I want to live here.

I want to read the battery of books, little by little, at my leisure.

I want to bury myself in cool blankets and patchy, patterned pillows dripping deep in the dugout nooks and crannies of this pea-fortress.

I want to rummage through every useless bit of strange junk and trinketry, musing over its purpose, its once was weirdish story, its future with me.

I want to wake up to sun spilling dawns, and step down, then out into the wilderness to wander the day.

Agreed.

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"I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable."

— David Lynch  (via 5ft1)

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showmesomethingnewuk:

A cabin in West Virginia built with salvaged materials on a $500 budget by photographer Nick Olson and designer Lilah Horwitz.

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This is what I want.

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"A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be, and then making the best of it."

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

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