Self Portrait, 1955
Vivian Maier.
January, 1953, New York, NY
Vivian Maier.
Broken, Pariah (2011)
Heartbreak opens onto the sunrise for even breaking is opening
and I am broken,
I am open.
Broken into the new life without pushing in,
open to the possibilities within,
pushing out.
See the love shine in through my cracks?
See the light shine out through me?
I am broken,
I am open,
I am broken open.
See the love light shining through me,
shining through my cracks,
through the gaps.
My spirit takes journey,
my spirit takes flight,
could not have risen otherwise
and I am not running,
I am choosing.
Running is not a choice from the breaking.
Breaking is freeing,
broken is freedom.
I am not broken, I am free.
And here it is winter,
and I wonder how it is over to you
what part of the world embraces your steps
and could we really be happy
and why not.
Oh so strange is Distance
in Kilometers and Time,
I do remember Your face
the curve of your mouth
Your peculiar smile
Your fragile self assurance
an earthquake in slender form.
and I wonder how it is over to you
what part of the world embraces your steps
and could we really be happy
and why not.
Oh so strange is Distance
in Kilometers and Time,
I do remember Your face
the curve of your mouth
Your peculiar smile
Your fragile self assurance
an earthquake in slender form.
— Paolo
Every weekend.
(via nanoism)
There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes… A high powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live & too rare to die.
Ishiki, by Shiina Ringo.
Perfect song.
Hito ha shiyou no nai koto ga suki na no darou.
(via yoshinogari)
This life will kill me.
(via m-a-l-d-o-r-o-r)
392 boiifrenz, u guise.
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Keith: you're dealing with a woman
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Keith: there is no sense
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Me: bullshit, I make sense sometimes
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Me: & I am one
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Keith: sometimes
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Keith: but you're also not a typical woman
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Keith: whose brain has fallen directly out of their crotch-hole
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Me: I know, I hate that statement though
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Me: If I was a typical wimminz I would haff boyfrenz
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Me: & bii all liek 'u guise, I haff boiifrienz nao'
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Keith: you have 392 boifrenz if I extrapolated correctly from my last count
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Me: I know, but still. You understand my point.
I mingle with my peers or no one, & since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
— John Kennedy Toole
