anonymous donor

idiosyncrasies from an ego;

sexuality, humour, friendly sarcasm, art, hedonism, society, relationships, men, women, subversive culture & everything else...

Personas de las que sólo conoces un poco de su alma y por las que sientes dolor por su dolor.

Algunos días traen reencuentros feroces con el vivir.

quando o consolo (algum) vem de lugares estranhos e inesperados.

(coisas bonitas)

(Source : juliusarim)

da dor

da dor

o joão não
o meu joão não


*

não conseguir tirar da cabeça,
o meu amor morreu
o joão morreu

causeanddefect:

Project 365: And so it begins… - Feb. 5, 2014
3.5”x5.5” mixed media collage
$25.00

causeanddefect:

Project 365: And so it begins… - Feb. 5, 2014

3.5”x5.5” mixed media collage

$25.00

image

(via rawforms)

Where does this tenderness come from?
And what will I do with it? Young
stranger, poet, wandering through town,
you and your eyelashes—longer than anyone’s.

—Marina Tsvetaeva (via only-doll)

?

(Source : dolorimeter)

Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we must all play’. But for an instant—because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to a climax—the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from “The Bloody Countess” (1971)

(Source : gwranda, via istmos)