"I told her I’d wait forever for her, but that was before I found somebody else who’d give me a ride home."
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale (via observando)
Tanto en tanta gente que se comporta tan así.
Maybe it should also be said that to make love is to feel one’s body close in on oneself. It is finally to exist outside of any utopia, with all of one’s density, between the hands of the other. Under the other’s fingers running over you, all the invisible parts of your body begin to exist. Against the lips of the other, yours become sensitive. In front of his half-closed eyes, your face acquires a certitude. There is a gaze, finally, to see your closed eyelids. Love also, like the mirror and like death—it appeases the utopia of your body, it hushes it, it calms it, it encloses it as if in a box, it shuts and seals it. This is why love is so closely related to the illusion of the mirror and the menace of death. And if, despite these two perilous figures that surround it, we love so much to make love, it is because, in love, the body is here.
M. Foucault (1966)
“Yo soy uno y muchos y tampoco sé quien soy. Sólo sé que ayer volví a caminar, repetí el paseo del jueves. Oscuridad y polvo más allá de las colinas devastadas. Vi desde la carretera mi propio cuarto con la luz encendida. Desvaída luz de la ventana junto a la que había estado hasta entonces escribiendo pasajes de mi vida. Di, pues, un paseo después de escribir. Después de escribir que no voy a escribir nunca más. Adiós a la palabra escrita, que sólo sirve para que todavía nos ocultemos más. Eso me dije nada más llegar a esta tierra excepcional, el país de la reina de Saba.”
Enrique Vila-Matas - Una casa para siempre
"Don’t forget that aside everything you’re going through right now, you’ve become part of someone else’s life. Don’t think that because you’re confused right now or because you feel that your life is foggy you’re not sharing your light with others. You’ve shared it with me."
Well isn’t that a smart way to do it?
"I believe that creativity is a combinatorial force — it happens when existing pieces of knowledge, ideas, memories and inspiration coalesce into incredible new formations. And in order to make a concept (or product, or idea, or argument) fully congeal in your head, you have to first understand all the little pieces that surround it — pieces across art, design, music, science, technology, philosophy, cultural history, politics, psychology, sociology, ecology, anthropology, you-name-itology. Pieces that build your mental pool of resources, which you then combine into original concepts that are stronger, smarter, richer, deeper and more impactful — the foundation of creativity."
About Brain Pickings
imagine getting to spend the night in this bed next to someone you love, discussing big and small things or just breathing next to each other while the cars and the city lights dimly light up the mountains and remind you that the world never ever goes to sleep. every night. i’d fucking love that.
imagine spending a night with just your closest friends or even alone and just enjoying it
this looks absolutely amazing
imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find some guy with suction cups on his hands and feet attached to your window and making faces at you while you sleep