Maybe what makes life so terribly fatiguing is nothing other than the enormous effort we make for twenty years, forty years, and more, to be reasonable, to avoid being simply, profoundly ourselves, that is, vile, ghastly, absurd. At the end of what is necessary, I have come to a place where there is no road. [...]

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got my cards read. first photo and last. To understand the Two of Cups, you have to look at the image. A man and a woman stare into each other’s eyes, sharing their emotions by way of the cups. The wings and snakes form a caduceus, and with the lion head present, the elements are [...]

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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution. The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, [...]

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The shock comes slowly as an afterthought. It seems very pretty,’ she said when she had finished it, ‘but it’s rather hard to understand!’ (You see she didn’t like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn’t make it out at all.) ‘Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas— only I don’t exactly [...]

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my brain is on fire. i love Nicolás Méndez. EL GUINCHO | Bombay from MGdM | Marc Gómez del Moral on Vimeo.

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