memoirs of the illusionist

There’s a brief moment when you first wake up where you have no memories, a blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness, but it doesn’t last long and you remember exactly where you are and what you are trying to forget.
- (via psych-facts)

(Source: yimmyayo)

Isn’t it beautiful?

How we find God
when we lose
ourselves?

Isn’t He beautiful?

The Creator of
the stars and
you and I.

Since I was very young I have been taught not to use my body as a weapon, but I have never been permitted to feel powerful, I have spent too much time avoiding reflective surfaces to establish any kind of kinship with my own image, besides, my body is just the vessel that carries my being around, and I do not want any more eyes on me, burning holes in my skin and biting down, sinking their teeth in. My body is not a doormat. My body is not a weapon. My body is my vessel and very soon it will be Dust again.
- H.E.P.my body is not a weapon
(via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: maelstromhead, via aestheticintrovert)


(Source: tornater, via ratak-monodosico)

missfolly:

Turkish Woman Smoking — Theodoros Ralli,1887 

missfolly:

Turkish Woman Smoking — Theodoros Ralli,1887 

(via ratak-monodosico)

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
- Anais Nin (via psych-facts)

proustitute:

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964

proustitute:

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964

Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished