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Regret
Can regret come without action?
Isolation Vs Solitude
Solitude is cleansing...
Isolation is entangling...
“My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets.”
Above
Below
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings, always darker, emptier, simpler.”
Thoughts come as a result of feelings. They are how we
interpret feelings and give them
meaning. They are watered down
ǸȽȇ сȵɜȐɑȐȇ ȘɄɑ ɤȽȇȐɑɕɜǸȽȇȨȽȝ ȽɄɜ for truth.
“I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension OC<O R@ I? paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.”
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Sad
“In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always @N><K@N OC@ @G? JA vision.”
Field of vision doesn’t limit...
$ɜ ȇȐсȽȐɕѱ
Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours. They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal. They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me. I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.
W.T.F.
Sublime
Bliss...
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I quit.