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udieforurbeliefsorjustdyeurhair:
this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.
Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.
Chills.
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“The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
‘when you look for something, look somewhere else’
“Just so you know, there are certain people who were put here to break you.
So you could learn how to pull yourself back together again.”
— I Wrote This For You
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“What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Paradiso, XXXI, 108”
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We said goodbye on a corner in Once. From the other sidewalk I turned to look back; you too had turned, and you waved goodbye to me.
A river of vehicles and people were flowing between us. It was five o’clock on an ordinary afternoon. How was I to know that the river was Acheron the doleful, the insuperable?
We did not see each other again, and a year later you were dead.
And now I seek out that memory and look at it, and I think it was false, and that behind that trivial farewell was infinite separation.
Last night I stayed in after dinner and reread, in order to understand these things, the last teaching Plato put in his master’s mouth. I read that the soul may escape when the flesh dies.
And now I do not know whether the truth is in the ominous subsequent interpretation, or in the unsuspecting farewell.
For if souls do not die, it is right that we should not make much of saying goodbye.
To say goodbye to each other is to deny separation. It is like saying ‘today we play at separating, but we will see each other tomorrow.’ Man invented farewells because he somehow knows he is immortal, even though he may seem gratuitous and ephemeral.
Delia, we will take up again—beside what river?—this uncertain dialogue, and we will ask each other if ever, in a city lost on a plain, we were Borges and Delia.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Delia Elena San Marco”
“…to live in ‘recogimiento’ is not simply to live in solitude; nor is it merely to live locked within oneself. A life of ‘recogimiento’ is a life of the solitary man who accepts and lives in perfect harmony with his solitude, nurturing himself on what the soul has within it, an unfathomable and, for many, unsuspected treasure.”
— Miguel Enguídanos, Introduction to Dreamtigers by Jorge Luis Borges
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
“Something About The Fire (Carlos Serrano Mix)” Adele v. Daft Punk
It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us I want to say
Cause there’s something between us anyway
I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there’s something about us I’ve got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you
I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life
“I am missing you
far better than
I ever loved you.”
How to Survive the Loss of a Love
Melba Colgrove, Harold H. Bloomfield, and Peter McWilliams
I remember thinking once
that it would be good
if you left because
then I could get some
Important Things
done.
Since you’ve left I’ve done
nothing. Nothing
is as important
as you.
Gotye, Somebody That I Used to Know
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over
